My best friend and I stopped talking after a misunderstanding neither of us could remember the details of, which is the stupidest kind of distance there is. For two years I told myself he knew where to find me. Then my dad got sick, and I realized life was too short to protect my pride. I called him on a Tuesday and said, I miss you and I hate how this happened. There was a long silence, and then he laughed and said he had written that same text a hundred times and deleted it. We talked for two hours. Do not wait for the other person to be brave first. Be the phone call.
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