The more time passed, the more clarity I gained about what the problem had been with this friendship in the first place. And in one word, the answer was, “extreme”
Ibarely spoke to Ahuva after my wedding. It wasn’t a conscious decision; I was simply caught up in my own life, being newly married 
and busy with various work projects. I didn’t have time to engage in endless conversation.
It’s not like I’d forgotten about her. Ahuva was on my mind, and I was consumed by feelings of guilt, that I’d dropped her, rudely cut her out of my life. To assuage this guilt, I made an effort to keep in touch with her, calling her from time to time to catch up.
But even those phone calls weren’t the same. I couldn’t help feeling like our conversations were forced, almost obligatory. I didn’t feel a need to talk to her.
Ahuva wasn’t dumb and she called my bluff. “I’m not interested in games. Do you want to keep up this friendship or is it over?”
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