She was a friend who wandered into my life without fanfare, without notice. I didn’t seek her out nor did I pursue her. We found ourselves just talking now and again. Despite the differences in our age and even our backgrounds we just felt comfortable with one another. Eventually I gave her the keys to our home but more importantly, the keys to my heart.
She wandered out of my life eventually. Without fanfare, without notice; one day she just wasn’t around. Again, I didn’t seek her out or pursue her. She kept the keys though, for both house and heart; I never asked for them back. Years passed.
On a gray Sunday my phone rang unexpectedly. After a long chat I hung up. Friendships are intriguing. The best ones never skip a beat despite the length of time where we come in and out of each other’s lives.