The first time I blurted out I love you to a male friend who is in his 80’s, I shocked myself. I’m in my fifties. What if he misunderstood and thought I was in love with him? We’ve both lost spouses and our dear, but unlikely, friendship is based on mutual loss, a shared interest in writing, and his role as my mentor. I needn’t have worried; he understood. We treasure each other’s friendship. I write letters, he e-mails. We’ve sent each other books we thought the other might like. We don’t see each other very often, but when we do, we express our feelings, intimatelyunderstanding just how short life is. If you feel it, say it. Don’t carry around the regret of words unsaid.
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