My Two Best Friends and I Promised to Reunite on Christmas After 30 Years, Instead of One of the Guys, a Woman Our Age Showed Up and Left Us Speechless!
Thirty years earlier, the promise had felt simple. At that age, time still seemed obedient, something you could bend with intention and memory. You believed friendships made in youth were permanent assets, immune to distance, silence, and the slow erosion of adulthood. You believed that if you shook hands on something meaningful enough, life would…