Not sure if anyone remembers me blogging about the fallout with me and my best friend back in May of 2010 but at the time, it threw me into a tailspin. I felt lost and abandoned and depressed...for months. I hated that we'd both let things get so out of control and it hurt my heart deeply.
Last week I found her on FBook. I vacillated between writing her or not writing...if I wrote her and she didn't respond, I'd be crushed...because even if she was to tell me to fuck off, at least then I'd really know that it was over and I could hopefully move on and stop thinking about her.
I ended up sending her a message on January 17th. And then crossed my fingers. And I waited...and waited...wishing for that red notification button to show up on my wall, telling me she'd written back.
It happened on Thursday. She answered me. And rather than telling me to fuck off, she told me that she'd missed me too. Our friendship will never be the same...we both agree on that. We have both changed tremendously since then. I like to think I've gotten stronger as a person, and from the sounds of it, so has she.
We've made tentative plans to get together for a face to face meeting next weekend. I'm nervous...but hopeful.