Yesterday, my husband drove for 5 hours so I could hug an old friend I hadn’t seen and catch up with him over dinner. We’re about to head back home after I post this from the hotel.
My buddy and I kept in touch… mostly… with only a few years between each communication…
It was like we’d just walked back in from the other room and picked the conversation right back up where we’d left off.
Old friends are a treasure… they take years to make.
Do you put those kinds of friendships in your stories? What stories have you read that portrayed old friendships well?




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