We would talk for hours on the phone. She could always be counted on to give her honest opinion of things.
It could be love advice, makeup tips or how to negotiate a later curfew.
I could share all of my secrets with her.
Looking back now I can't even remember what we talked about.
It all seemed so important then.
Almost as important as breathing.
Time has passed. My friend is still my friend but we don't see each other as much anymore. Our worlds have grown wider, filled with more people.
Our conversations feel detached now. We are no longer connected by the immediacy of adolescence.
I don't share secrets anymore.
There's only good news or bad.
My secrets, if I have any at all, fall away, unspoken.
Unshared.