I don't know if I could tell you how a friendship begins. I think if you tried to put your finger on the exact moment that something like that starts, it would always manage to wriggle out from your grasp. The more your press into it, the more you'd see that it began in a hundred different places for a thousand different reasons. Romantic relationships, sure, you can probably remember the first time you wanted to kiss them for hours.
But a friend? Who knows when you first decided that hanging out with them was better than not.
I don't know if I could tell you how a friendship begins.
Today, my best friend at work, and a good friend outside of it, will clock out for the last time. In a few days, he'll move to one of those states in the middle of the country that I'd like to be able to point to on an unlabeled map, but I probably couldn't. I won't see him for a while. Who knows quite how long.
I don't know if I could tell you how a friendship begins, but I can tell you how one ends.
And it's not like this.
I hope he gets a chance to read this. I saw him the past few days and felt like I should say something about how I was sad he was leaving or that work wouldn't quite be the same, but I didn't. I couldn't. The world has made me believe sentimentality is something that will hurt.
But not here. Here, there are no rules but my rules.
Here, I can say I will miss you, friend. I hope your new job in that new state is everything you need it to be.
And we'll still be friends. I'll make sure of it. Because people leave too often, but that doesn't mean they have to be gone.