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

Jeffrey told me about his roommate who never cleaned anything. I told him about working at the library while taking classes.

He complained about the cafeteria food. I complained about customers returning books with coffee stains.

For the first year, I knew more about Jeffrey’s life than people living down his street.

Then the letters became less frequent. Every week became every other week. Every other week became once a month.

I thought college was changing him.

The truth was, my life was changing, too.

I started training to become a teacher. I made new friends. I went on dates.

But every time something important happened, Jeffrey was still the first person I wanted to tell.

Then, during his second year, he wrote about a girl named Margaret. She was studying nursing.

He said she was funny, challenged him, and he thought I’d like her.