I’m moving in a few weeks. This means that this week has been predominantly spent going through old boxes of stuff, throwing things away, and repacking.
Tonight I found this friendship locket that I got with my best friend from my childhood. She doesn’t talk to me anymore because I tried to share the Gospel with her right before we left for college, and it just came out all wrong. I really hurt her feelings, and when I tried to fix things, it was too late. It’s been five years. The crazy thing is, at least three times a year for the last five years, I’ve had dreams that we’ve made up and that we’ve just been able to sit and talk again, like we used to. I always wake up from those dreams thinking that I got my friend back for a few seconds, until reality hits me. I’m sad on those days.
I think about you all the time. I hope you’re doing okay.