A couple of months ago I realised that things had become so bad with one of my oldest and best friends that it looked like perhaps the damage was irreparable. So I decided to write her letter.
I sat for hours, jotting down key points that I wanted to make sure I made, changing the wording, thinking, crying, apologising.
It’s amazing to me how easily things can deteriorate. We both did some regretable things, but when everything is subjective, to step out of ourselves in order to try and see it from the other person’s point of view becomes increasingly difficult. I often find myself overthinking things, thinking that if I forget to do something or misjudge something then it will have terrible consequences when of course, it usually doesn’t. Other times things seem to fall to pieces where I never would have predicted it. It’s always the way I suppose.
In this instance I found myself picturing moments in the future I want her to be there for. I want her to be a bridesmaid at my wedding, I want her to be a god mother to one of my children.
Thanks to our now, exchange of letters, I think that’s going to be possible