Facebook friends

I do not like the online chat feature of Facebook. I don't like boxes popping up from people I haven't got time to talk to, and I can't keep up, and so I tend to stay offline, but every now and then I pop online because I get a dose of Fomo (fear of missing out).

Yesterday, I snuck on, to find my childhood best friend online. We have been Facebook friends, in the loosest of senses, for a couple of years, but have barely even texted one another. She was my best friend from the age of six, to eighteen, my friend and confidante during all of my 'firsts'.

We spent hours discussing, first dolls, then wanting to be actresses, through first crushes, first kisses, and on until our first year of University where I think we argued over nothing, and that was that. I bumped into her once, a couple of years later, which was awkward and not terribly pleasant, (my fault), and hadn't seen her in almost twenty years before finding her on Facebook two years ago.

Yesterday, I typed 'Hello', in a box. She typed back. Two hours later, we were still frantically typing, which is what happens when two writers have an online chat - there are no brief sentences; everything is at least two paragraphs long - and I found myself having a deeper conversation than any I have had in ages. As deep, in fact, as those I used to have, for hours and hours on the phone every night, with my childhood best friend.

I have long thought that Facebook is both a blessing and a curse. Yesterday, it was a blessing.

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