We watch the waves.
And we take another photograph.
Last summer, Susan looked at me and smiled.
“Remember when I thought that would be our last picture together?”
I laughed.
“
How could I forget?”
She squeezed my hand.
“I’m glad I was wrong.”
I looked toward the ocean.
“So am I.”
Then I lifted my phone.
“Now smile. We have a lot more memories to make.”
Because after forty-two years of friendship, I finally understood something: the strongest relationships aren’t the ones without painful truths. They’re the ones where people find the courage to face those truths together.
THE END
