A Real Friend

My eye rested on the name of a friend from my days in university. We had known each other since the first day of university and had gotten immediately close. He, or she as he would prefer to be referred to, was against the idea of me marrying so early in life and we lost touch since I married George. It’s so ironic that the failure of my marriage is the reason why I’m going to give him a call now.

“Hi…it’s me. I know that it’s been a very long while but…” I said timidly through the phone.

“Oh girl! I thought you would never call. I was going to call you, but I didn’t know how things were on your end. Anyways, I’m so happy that you called!” the voice replied.

“Thank you…honestly…I…” I said before my voice broke and I started crying.

“Where are you? I’ll head there right now to pick you up, ok?” Justin said comfortingly.

“Yeah…ok…” I mumbled through my sobs.

“Hang in there, girl. I’m here for you, ok? Just hang in there…” Justin said.

“Ok…” I whispered softly before hanging up.