"No offence, it's like you didn't want to talk." I mean, it is a bit awkward, or can be a bit awkward when you haven't really talked to/seen somebody in over two years. In another drunken stupor, I asked to see him again for dinner.
This time I didn't cancel. This time I followed through. He was on time - he never used to be on time, and there would be days when I was waiting half an hour for him to show up. He gave me the tightest hug when I showed up.
We fell back into our comfortable ways - both were cautious at first, but soon we let our guard down and were talking and joking like the old days. It felt strangely eerie and sad.
Needless to say, I got my closure; not from an official conversation, an apology, or from any other usual method that one gets closure from, but simply from seeing that our friendship could be salvaged. We were going to be all right after all.
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