A while back...sorta when school started, but slightly after that maybe, I started to feel something. I started to feel a gap between me and my best friends. I put it off to the side, thinking that I was probably imagining it. I was being a paranoid freak, and it would pass.
It didn't. It bugged me on and off for about two, two and a half weeks before I finally mentioned it yesterday evening to one of these best friends. He told me, very logically, that if there indeed had been a gap, I would not have bothered to finally mention that I felt one, and thus reassured me that it really was my imagination.
But what if I hadn't talked it out? Would the imaginary gap have grown into a real one? It's a distinct possibility.
Perhaps I ought to keep this in mind in the future. A quick word about it is always enough to bridge the beginnings of a gap. Maybe a longer talk is needed for a realizing gap, but even that is no inconvenience compared to the potential good times lost during an ice age in the friendship.
Food for thought.
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