We developed the kind of friendship where, if I arrived somewhere among mutual friends without her, or she without me, someone would inquire about the other one’s whereabouts. And we always knew the answer. “She’s taking her son to so-and-so,” or “she’s working late,” or “I just talked to her, she’ll be here soon.”
We had the information on each other because we were in practically constant contact. Over the course of a day, it was rare for me to not speak with her at least twice, usually more, via e-mail, text messaging, or old fashioned phone calls, which were my favorite because I longed to hear her voice on a continuous basis.
I convinced myself and others what I was doing was perfectly fine, totally harmless. I justified that my lesson was to love unconditionally, without expectatio
