Sarah and I met in college and instantly fell into an intense, sisterly friendship. I thought I would know her forever.
After college, our lives diverged1. I moved to New York City and started a career. Sarah moved back home, down south, got married and had kids way before I did.
As the years passed, we had less and less in common, it seemed. I drifted farther and farther away. I stopped answering her calls. I was too young to understand that old friends are the ones who can remind you of who you once were. I was too young to know that while we may grow up and shed our younger selves like snakes molting2 skin, those s
