I think everyone has a clear grasp of what a prodigal friend is. She can be the “We’re friends but I won’t keep in touch”, or he’s the “I’m so in love right now I’ll be gone until the honeymoon stage is over”, or “You don’t agree with me I won’t show up anymore”.
My friends know that I am whimsical and sort of crazy. I am impulsive and sometimes being impulsive gets me in to trouble. Last night, as a spur of the moment thing, I called PF1. I wanted to do this for a long time. I wanted to talk to him and ask why he did what he did. I wanted to tell him how stupid he was, that you don’t just abandon your friends like that. Finally, I was able to tell him everything I wanted to tell him.
I feel better. I am happy. I don’t need explanations anymore. Fact of the matter is that he went there even if he knows that he will be sort of undergoing an interrogation means that he had the courage to face us. That he wants to be friends again.
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