I believe my friends wanted to keep their promises. We weren't a bunch of liars. I'm sure I also wrote, "Love ya forever," and "Best friends forever," and a slew of sloppy quasi-romantic notions in their yearbooks.
So what happened?
We aged. We grew apart. We moved on and other things became important. I understand that, I do, but why make promises at all? Isn't life full of change?
Maybe the best we can promise anyone is to love them in this moment. "Best friends for now!" doesn't have quite the same ring to it, but at least it's honest. Maybe it's enough to remember that, at one point in our lives, we loved each other enough to promise forever. We hoped that our friendships would last forever.
Maybe that's enough; I'm not sure.
(Several people wrote variations of, "please don't ever change." I'm so glad I didn't promise that. Shudder.)
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I blog rarely, because I'm busy writing books. When I do blog, I focus on writing, friendship, family, and books. Because my family's best nicknames are private, I use their birth years for shorthand: