This evening I read an essay about someone’s friendship that was almost like a romance but leaned more towards just another friendship. I write that with some courage. Those words. “Just another friendship”. Because I know that friendships aren’t easy to come across, not today, not before, not tomorrow. They never were meant to be.

I’ve been thinking on and around and about the topic of friends for years. Each time I thought I finally had a good friend, something less than terrible would happen, the light would shift and then I would see them differently. It was almost always a mismatch of expectations. I expected humans to be more than humans - to be their perfect, bookish, filmic versions. When in reality most of us really struggle to keep ourselves just about basic and real.