I was sitting in my usual corner at the café this morning — the one by the window where the sunlight hits just right and the coffee tastes a bit more poetic — when Alice walked in. She spotted me, smiled and slid into the seat across from mine without even asking.
Suddenly she asked, “Do you ever feel like friendships just fade?” she asked, stirring her cappuccino without looking up. “Not because of anything big. Just little things. Missed calls, late replies, plans we never follow through on. Then suddenly, there’s this quiet distance where there used to be laughter.”
I nodded because yeah, I’ve felt that too. We all have, haven’t we?
I told her what I try to remind myself: “Life moves fast. We get busy. It’s hardly ever intentional — the fading, I mean. It’s not anger or resentment. It’s just… time. Slipping between things we meant to do and things we had to do.”
She smiled a little. “Still hurts, though.”
“Yeah,” I said. “But you know what? That wall? It’s rarely made of stone. It’s paper-thin, really. Sometimes all it takes is one message. One call. One ‘Hey, I was thinking of you.’ And that wall? It starts to crumble.”
We sat in silence for a moment before Alice shared, “Thank you, Bob! I think I need to text an old friend!”
So, dear reader, if someone’s on your mind, let them know. That is gentle reminder this week brings. With Palm Sunday upon us — a time of reflection, of renewal, of coming back to what matters — maybe it’s also a chance to dust off the old friendships, to reach out, to rebuild. Don’t wait for the perfect moment. Just send that message. Call. Drop by. Because the little things that built the wall? They can be the same little things that take it down.
