... but it seems like a label is all it is. If there's any true meaning to the term, it's lost on me.
There is some worry brewing. Sheila has not been heard from on a consistent basis for three weeks.
Granted: My internet time is screwy right now, as Steve is holding literal overnight vigils on cam with his fiancee, as his perceived illness grows worse by the day. Even if he's sleeping, I'd rather not barge in and surf the internet for fear a program will cause his communication to crash, further worrying the fiancee.
This is proof that yes, I am not readily available for chats or email opportunities as I used to be. But still I keep the modes of communication available as long as I possibly can; even if it means having Steve monitor my messenger communications until his fiancee (her name is Eden) comes online.
And Sheila has not been heard from at all in nearly two weeks; no sign of even being online. I have left repeated messages on the computer for her during that time, have tried leaving messages on her cellphone and house phone as well. No response whatsoever.
You should see her crowning Christmas present to me: a beautiful desk plaque in silver & marble with an engraving naming me her "dearest and best friend". This was back when we were literally inseparable. Can there be any more distance than there is now?
A nice guy can only go so far before he begins to kick the proverbial horse when it's already down... meaning that constantly trying for communication will get me no further than I am now. I had always hoped for patience & understanding for Sheila, as I will never forget her kindness as she filled a void over Christmas, normally my worst time of the year.
But when do you draw the line, stop worrying, and thinking about a lost cause? Will I be shooting off messages to her a month from now with still no response, or will I just say the interest has gone, and move on?
I want to move on if there's no answer, but I don't want accusations of not giving it a "final shot". I'm sure I will in the next few days. Between three methods of modern communication, Sheila had to get the message somehow. If she chooses to ignore me, then by all means, I say she should do so.
But at least explain to me why. If she values honesty as she so openly professes, she should give - and I deserve - that much.
You can hang the "best friend" label on a hook for all I care now. That's all it is: a label.
In a group of friends, there's a few you know better than others. That's how I would classify my little group right now. The last thing they need is a label floating over their heads.
