By: S. Davis

Are we still friends?

I don’t know. Are we?

Why do I have to ask?

Why do you have to ask? It came out of your mouth, which means, it was in your head.

Well you don’t call and we never hangout anymore OR see one another, so what am I supposed to think?

I get that but I don’t feel that way.

You haven’t answered me.

You’re making it seem like we don’t talk at all. I know it isn’t as frequent when we were younger but you haven’t lost ground with me. Things are just different now – for the both of us.

Hmm…well I can count on one hand how many times we’ve spoken over the last year – and that’s sad: the holidays and our birthdays. That’s all.

What do you want me to do? Both of our lives are busy. There’s work, school, relationships, some distance and I get so swamped I just lose the concept of time. Are you not in the same situation?

I am but I’ve tried.

Bullshit! We’ve both given the same amount of effort and unfortunately – as this conversation is proving – it isn’t enough. I apologize for not getting back to you when you replied to my voicemail for your birthday but things just got so hectic. That’s no excuse but I am sorry, again.


Haven’t we built a strong foundation?

I thought we did.

“Thought” we did? Ugh, that hurts. All the times we laughed and lied for one another, the times we cried on, for, or just together – in both good and bad times. You were there when I needed money, when I graduated; you typed my final when I broke my hand.

(Laughs) Yeah. I mean…you needed my help and I was there for you. It was funny watching you attempt to type with five fingers and a wrapped paw, you would have been there for hours so I had to get it done. You helped me as well…there was the time I was short on rent and you saved the day. The time you almost got fired when you made 100 copies of my resume – at your job – and forgot you left it there just before your supervisor went to the fax.

That was a close one.

I just don’t like that we’re not in each other’s lives anymore.

I feel the same way.

So let’s make sure to do something about it before that really happens.

We’re still in each other’s lives but there are just so many other things on our plates, so to speak. I think that’s the only thing. Before, we spent so much time together and since it’s shifted over the last few years, it feels different. Although, you are just as important to me now…as you were then. You have to realize this!

I don’t know. I just hate how things change! We’re further away now and our lives have sprouted into various directions and I can’t help but feeling that, someday, we won’t factor much to one another. We’ll shift from “friends” to “acquaintances” and that hurts because we promised one another that we won’t allow that to happen.

It won’t and you’re family to me. The last time you were a friend was when we first met; you’re one of my favorite people in the world…and you know the list is short.


I’m still bothered that I heard about your new job – in an email – from your cousin. That hurt.

Yeah, I definitely dropped the ball on that one. Sorry.

It’s ok. It hurt me but I never took it personal because I knew you had all these new responsibilities that were sapping your time.

Sometimes I want to catch-you-up but then I agonize about so many things that I haven’t told you so the last thing want to do is get on the phone and it feel like a chore.

I know the feeling.

Where do we go from here?

Make a greater effort, but make sure not to take things personal.

I’m with you. Arguing doesn’t help.

Do you think that we’re growing apart?

That’s my fear. You?

Yeah, crazy, that’s why I asked the question. Both of us have our concerns about our relationship.

Why do things have to get so hard?

I told you that being adults would suck…but you wanted to grow up so fast.

I figured we’d be able to do what we wanted, faster, but in doing that I had no idea we’d have to deal with shifts in our friendship.

Such is life, right?

Don’t be sarcastic.

Don’t be sensitive.

This is crazy; we’ll be fine.

Yeah, we’re friends, right?


4 thoughts on “Friends?

  1. AthenaVox July 24, 2011 / 11:19 pm

    I assume this dialogue is between two male friends? Not that is matters, but I have never heard men talk like this. Do men really say things like this to each other?

    I wish I had an old friend that I could catch up with. All my childhood friend relationships have whittled down to one liners on facebook. I enjoyed this piece. Nice insight into the inner workings of how men think 🙂

    • sthewriter July 25, 2011 / 2:35 am

      Thank you Athena, i appreciate the kind words. I didn’t write it specifically from a male perspective but from the middle. The piece is for anyone that thought about what a “friendship” really is – and how it can shift in ways that are unfortunate. We’ve all had thoughts along the lines of the piece so i just put it out for the world. Thanks for noticing!

      Men do talk that way, but it’s rare because of all the beer drinking, women chasing and farting we do. Facebook has forced me to have an alternate view of what a “friend” is as well.

  2. godsescort July 24, 2011 / 11:46 pm

    I like how you structured your post and I’ve been through the same thing. Friends come and go. You can’t force a friendship, it’ll never work. You have your own life and own path, and sometimes you can’t take everyone with you.

    • sthewriter July 25, 2011 / 2:51 am

      Thank you. I like your writing; very blunt and i respect that because there’s no way you can be misquoted. I’m the same way. The piece was in my head one day last week so i just took a few minutes today to formulate it. I’m so glad that it reached your eyes. Don’t be a stranger!

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