Dried Spaghetti
We lost touch a couple of years ago. There was no reason, but it was my fault.
I’ve been thinking about him a lot recently, and a piece of advice he gave me a long while back:
“We’re all born with a piece of dried spaghetti pasta sticking out from our shoulders. As the years go by, pieces of it get snapped off. Sometimes people run up to you and snap it off for themselves, sometimes the wind takes a piece. In the end, some people are left with a little stub, while some people keep the whole piece.”
I gathered my courage and called him. He answered the phone as if we had just spoken yesterday.
“I lost some spaghetti.” I told him.
”I know.” He said with a hint of sadness,
I heard his expression change to a wry smile,
“But what’s wrong with that.”