08/19/2025
So boom…
Me and my best friend fell out last year.
Not no little “girl, I’m mad for a week” type thing—like deep cut, don’t speak, block-each-other-on-Instagram type fallout.
And it wasn’t over a man or money.
It was pride.
Both of us stubborn as hell, both waiting for the other to say “I’m sorry” first.
Fast forward to last week—I’m in the grocery store, standing in the produce aisle, arguing with this bag of $8 grapes in my head. And who I see pushing a cart down the aisle?
Her.
Same bonnet, same sweats, same “I dare you” face.
Now, I don’t know if it was the price of groceries humbling me or just life being short, but instead of walking past like we strangers, I said:
"Hey."
She froze for a second… then just dropped her cart and hugged me. No words at first—just this long, heavy, shaky hug like we’d been holding our breath for a year.
Then she said,
"I just lost my mama last month. And the whole time, I kept wanting to call you… but I didn’t know if you’d answer."
Y’all. My throat closed up so fast I almost choked on air.
All that time wasted over something I can’t even remember word-for-word now. And meanwhile, life was out here dealing real pain.
We ended up sitting in my car for two hours after that, talking, crying, and laughing about dumb stuff from back in the day. It felt like putting on a jacket you thought you lost forever and realizing it still fits.
That day taught me something:
Sometimes, forgiveness ain’t about proving who’s right—it’s about remembering what’s worth keeping.
And I’m glad I kept her.