I spent yesterday with N. In the indelible words of Hemingway, it was good. Too much wine flowed and our conversations tried to touch upon everything at once – an impossibility. We spent a good slice of our time discussing J – N’s old best friend and my old true love. It was a clearing of the air – a cleansing. J tends to hover over my relationship with N – we usually avoid talking about him, but he is always there, waiting in the wings. I spent this morning thinking about J – something I haven’t done in years. Perhaps one day I will tell you about him.
I want more friends like N – our connection is richer and deeper than the usual relationships I cultivate. Meaningful.