I can't remember the last time I called Ayesha, which is strange to type out because
there was a stretch of years, most of university and after, where she knew almost everything happening
in my life as it happened, good and bad. There wasn't one fight or one moment I
could point to. It was just weeks turning into months of shorter replies, then no replies, on both
sides equally, until one day I realized it had been the better part of a year since
either of us had properly called the other. The same thing has happened with at least two
other friendships now, not just this one, which makes me think it isn't really about any one
person but about how little room adult life leaves for maintaining something that used to take no effort
at all. Work, general house admin, the small emergencies that eat a weekend, none of it feels
like a choice against the friendship in the moment, it just quietly adds up into one eventually,
without anyone deciding anything. What makes it harder is that some of these friendships were built entirely
around a phase that doesn't exist anymore, college, a job I've since left, a building I used to
live in down the hall from her for two years. Once that shared context disappeared, so did
most of the small daily reasons we used to talk at all, the easy excuses to check
in. I think about messaging her more often than I do it, mostly because I don't know
how to open that conversation without it feeling strange, acknowledging months of silence out loud, or worse, picking
up like nothing happened and hoping she doesn't mind that I never noticed sooner than I did.
I keep drafting the message in my head on the drive home and never sending it once
I'm back at my desk, which is its own small, quiet kind of failure I haven't fixed yet.