I had a friend once. He amused me to no end. Not in a romantic way at all. But I was intrigued by the stories that he would tell me. The dramatic philosophies of life. I liked his energy and determination.

I would call him. Hey, let’s grab dinner! He would agree.

Then one day, I stopped calling him. A year later, I realized that he never called me. By that time, I realized how shallow our friendship was—it was only an one-way street.

How sad to realize that now.

And looking back on my calendar, I am the one who asks, initiates. Sometimes, I wonder—maybe they’re just being nice.