There is a particular kind of friendship that does not obey the usual rules of time or proximity. It does not require weekly coffees, constant messaging, or photographic proof of togetherness. It survives on something quieter and sturdier. Years can pass, cities can change, lives can pivot wildly, and yet when you meet again it is as if someone simply pressed pause and then play.
These friendships are not loud. They do not announce themselves with grand gestures or social media declarations. They live in the background like good software, doing exactly what they are meant to do without demanding attention. You might forget to check in for months, sometimes longer, and then one day a message arrives that begins with no apology and no explanation. Just a sentence that could have been written yesterday or ten years ago. That is the tell.
Psychology has a neat explanation for this, although it risks making something tender sound clinical. These friendships are built on secure attachment. There is no anxiety about abandonment and no scorekeeping. Neither person is monitoring response times or reading meaning into silence. The bond does not need constant reinforcement because it was reinforced properly early on. Trust was laid down thick, like good foundations, and the structure holds even when no one is actively maintaining it.
Humour plays a crucial role here. Not the polished kind meant for an audience, but the shorthand humour that only works when two people share a long history. The sort where half a sentence is enough, where a single word can send you both into helpless laughter. Often it is ridiculous. Often it would sound unfunny or even baffling to anyone else. That is the point. Shared humour is one of the fastest ways humans signal safety to each other. Laughing together tells the nervous system that this person is not a threat, that you can relax here, that you are understood without having to perform.
There is also something deeply regulating about friends who know who you were before you became who you are now. They remember you in earlier drafts. They saw you make choices that felt enormous at the time and tiny in retrospect. They witnessed the phase you now cringe about and remained friends anyway. When you reconnect, you are reminded that your identity is not just the latest version you present to the world. It is a longer story, and someone else knows the footnotes.
These friendships often come with a refreshing absence of drama. Not because nothing difficult ever happened, but because the relationship does not rely on intensity to feel alive. There is no need to process every emotion out loud or test the bond through conflict. You can disagree, disappear, reappear, and still feel fundamentally safe. From a psychological point of view, that safety frees up enormous mental energy. You do not have to manage impressions or protect yourself. You can simply be.
And then there is the loyalty. The quiet kind. The kind that shows up when something actually matters, not for performative moments. These friends have your back in ways that do not require witnesses. They are the ones who will laugh with you until you snort and then, without fanfare, stand beside you when things wobble. They do not need to be updated daily to know who you are. They already know.
Perhaps the most beautiful part is how easily you pick up where you left off. Conversation does not need warming up. Affection does not need rebuilding. You might joke about how terrible you both are at staying in touch, then immediately dive into something meaningful or completely stupid. Time collapses. The years between meetings become irrelevant, reduced to a brief summary and a shrug.
As life gets busier and messier, these friendships feel less like accidents and more like minor miracles. They remind you that connection does not always need maintenance schedules and emotional labour spreadsheets. Some bonds endure because they were real from the beginning, because they were formed in moments of shared effort, shared stress, shared laughter.
So here is to the friends who last without trying, who make you giggle, who have your back, who let you be exactly who you are when you return to them.
And especially today, happy birthday to Anne, my friend from my first job after university, proof that some people arrive early in your life and quietly stay installed forever. The kind of friend who has tolerated me for many years; some many memories that still make us laugh – I still giggle when I see a banana ! May your birthday be full of ridiculous laughter, excellent cake, and a little glass of something 😉
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