Looking forward to talking

I received a tepid message from a friend I have not heard from in a long long time.  I know it was prepared just for me, and that is wonderful!  I remember discussing the substance and realism of human relations with this particular individual.  Like all the examples we shared she went her way and after two years was never to be heard from again.  I do not remember what exactly I thought of that, it was akin to irony.  More like, "you who teaches against stealing, do you steal?"

Anyway, she wrote.  And said , "Talk soon."  My response, "looking forward to talking."  

I love it when friends come back, especially the special ones.  I tend to pick things right back up with them when they return.  There is no reservation or staleness.  But they still tend to go away again and again, each excursion longer than the last until I hope I neither care nor notice.  But, if I do not, are we still friends?  I think one of the characteristics of friends is noticing their absence.  At times with soreness, tears and pining even.

Why do they vanish in the first place?  

Life gets in the way of living.  

At least they come back and we can "talk soon."