When We Were 19, My Best Friend and I Promised That If We Were Both Single at 60, We’d Find Each Other – I Turned 60 Last Tuesday, & My Old Landline Rang – Page 6

Losing my best friend.

We met at our old high school football field afterward. The gates were open, so we climbed under the bleachers and sat on the grass.

Jeffrey leaned back against a metal support.

“We’re bad at this.”

“Dating?”

“Choosing people.”

I laughed.

“We’re bad at this.”

He was quiet for a moment. Then he said, “What if we never get it right?”

“We’ll survive.”

“What if we’re both single forever?”

I looked at him. Then Jeffrey held out his pinky.

“If we’re both single at 60, we’ll stop being idiots and find each other.”