Keeping In Touch

I'm terrible at keeping in touch. Truly truly awful at it. 

I'm sure it's because I'm proud. I'm ashamed of how bad I am at it, and I worry about it all of the time. That I'll be awkward or they'll be put off by my asking how they are or what they're up to, or be weirded out that I comment on their Instagram, or that they'll blatantly see how desperate I am to be their friend that I'll be embarrassed, or they won't respond when I message, or I didn't respond to their last message so I'm sure they won't want to talk to me anymore, or a thousand other things. 

And it seems I care about all of those things more than I care about keeping in contact with that person. I've been berating myself for it. 

Because the truth is, no one is thinking about me nearly this much. It's probably all fine. And there are people that I want to maintain friendships with and the only reason I haven't is because of my own cowardice.

It doesn't have to be like this. I don't have to be so cowardly. I can swallow my pride.

Keep in touch. Be a true friend.