After Twenty Years, my Best Friend Ghosted Me

“Walking Away” by Matt Henry photos is licensed under CC BY 2.0

This story was inspired by a post written under the name Pixie Soliloquy; check hers out, too.

I met my best friend when we were eight years old. We spent the next twenty years writing notes back and forth in class, procrastinating on homework, giving each other shoulder massages, ditching class to hang out and eat fries at McDonald’s, spending hours on the phone, crying to one…