Breathing fresh life into a dead friendship takes balls. One party has to take the plunge, extend the invitation; the other party has to accept. Accepting isn’t the ballsy part of the process, not at all. It’s not so easy for the plunger, so to speak, to set everything into motion. I mean, he’d have to admit that he didn’t want to lose the friendship in the first place. And, you know, that he missed the friendship and all that it offered. If you’re like me, that’s tough work. But god damnit, I did it, and I’m glad I did.