She called at just before two in the morning, which happened to come at the moment when I’d finally agreed to venture over to a friends house and let him cook for me (he invites me often on late nights, and i’ve always felt bad for not accepting). We sat at his kitchen counter, eating and talking; she was actually the topic of the moment.

She sobbed into the phone; she was lonely she said. She didn’t have the friends she’d imagined she would when she moved away. She didn’t know how hard it was, doing everything on her own. She didn’t know that she’d actually miss me like this when she was gone, and she was sorry (for everything).

As soon as I hung up the phone, my friend nodded and said “thanks for stopping by. I’m sorry my friend, truly.”, and I left with heartfelt apologies and plans to meet up the next day (today).

I feel heartless when i speak to her, because to me, it isn’t enough.