I Miss You

I used to have a friend back when I was younger. Her name was Callie. We were the best of friends from first grade on. Eventually, it became difficult to keep in touch with her when my dad decided he disapproved of their family. My mom knew all of the quite well, so she love Callie and her family. They were all like an extension of my own family. When I moved to Petersburg, our friendship became even harder to maintain. That meant every other weekend, when we were calling each other and attempting to make plans. Often times, we would get a "no" from our moms, due to the distance. We would go for months at a time without seeing each other. Of course we grew apart. When I finally did move back into Springfield, she moved out to Greenview, which was inconveniently close to Petersburg! It was so difficult to make it work, eventually, hope was lost and we essentially gave up.
We would send each other an occasional text, a Facebook message, a rare phone call. Eventually we both became apathetic about our friendship. Neither of us cared if we saw each other. Things were different between us. She had been raised quite a bit differently than I had. It was unfair, but we had to deal with it, because that is just how the world works sometimes. The effort we made could have been applauded, but really, we both know we could have done a better job keeping in touch. I had another friend that I moved away from named Sierra. We are still the best of friends today. Callie, on the other hand, is almost completely out of my life. The only reason I chose to write about her is because we spoke the other day. We plan on seeing each other soon, but sometimes, you both know that talking is a lot more convenient than walking.
I am going to try though, because I do miss her. So much.