Sometimes when you think of a friendship, you wonder how it ever started and what keeps it together. Today, I couldn’t think of any reason but Memories. Unmoored and drifting, we were only holding on to each other for the sake of a shared history. What else bonded us? A general willingness to not discuss things. To not pry, to know that to ask would hurt each other, so sometimes skimming the surface is the best thing a friend can do.
