We met during our fifteenth year, immediately inseparable, soul mates, imagining life eternally together. But youthful ideals are impractical. After we graduated, ambition, a greater divider than geography, widened a gulf between us. The year I started college, she married. By the time I graduated with my doctorate, she had two children. My first promotion came the year her husband left.
Perhaps because we shared a birthday, we stayed in touch, whether by card (often late), phone call, or an occasional visit.
Thin and frail, victim of a disease that claimed what life could not, taking her from me.
These 100 words are prompted by VelvetVerbosity.com: “widened”