Isn’t this where … we came in?
— Pink Floyd, The Wall 

     A few years ago, a friend of mine and I became pretty close.  Circumstances weren’t exactly ideal for either of us.  But in her absence, I did what I’ve always done: ignored it all, pushed it all down and convinced myself it didn’t matter.

     Yesterday, after returning from Savannah, I realized just how much it did matter, actually.  Hearing from her again after all of these years managed to keep me distracted and despondent throughout most of today.

     Tonight, we talked on the phone for a while … a lot of lighter subjects, interspersed with long, uncomfortable pauses caused by deep thought and an inability to express the range of emotions we were both going through.
     But all in all, it was good.  Eventually, we got out what we needed to say to each other.

     When you break a bone and it doesn’t fit together just right when it starts to heal, it can hurt you for years.  The only way to fix it is to break it again, and set it correctly.
     Relationships are the same way.  Sometimes you’ve just gotta rip away the scabs and scar tissue.
     At least then, it only hurts for a little while.

     Friends are always a good thing.  Love ya, Cait.