For some time, I've been concerned about my friendship with my best friend, Brett. We've been seeing less and less of each other. Until this year, we'd see each other almost every week. Now, it's stretched out to once every couple of weeks, or even less. When we do get together, nothing has changed; Brett is still the same soulful, sincere, sarcastic Brett he's always been. But it's seemed to me that more and more it's me that calls him. I've even experimented, and waited to see how long it would take before he'd call me.

I must, undoubtedly, be one of the most insecure people I know. For instance, it can take me years of getting to know someone before I can truly believe that they deep down like me and want me in their life. Even then, though, that knowledge doesn't remain secure; I can lose it again, and start to doubt.

Which is yet another reason why, I guess, I've been mostly single during my adult life. Never had the nerve to trust someone enough to let them know me fully.

Lord, why am I being so maudling this Saturday evening? All these thoughts were prompted by seeing the movie "Tully" tonight, with, of course, Brett. It's one of the most beautiful movies I've seen in recent years; a slow tale surrounding the lives of two brothers who work on their father's farm in Nebraska. Their mother died when they were just kids. The older of the two, Tully, is the local Lothario, drawing all the local girls with his charm, confidence and good looks, not to mention his huge old Cadillac. The younger, Earl, is shy, withdrawn, pensive. And things start to get complicated when Tully draws the attention of Earl's best friend, Ella. I won't spoil it for anybody who wants to go see the movie, by telling you how the story unfolds. But what makes the film so powerful is the honesty of the performances, and the solid emotional paths on which the actors' characters are led.

Brett drove me home after the movie, and I felt unusually vulnerable in the car, still feeling close to tears (which is unusual for me) as we discussed the movie. It had made me think of all manner of things; the way in which I conduct myself with others, how my Dad must feel about slowly losing my mother to Alzheimers, and, of course, my relationship with Brett.

It had obviously struck Brett the same way. He said that it made him realize how important his relationships are, and how glad he was to have me as a soul brother. I didn't say anything, but I just let it rest inside me. I suppose it will keep the doubts away for a while.

Anyway, what I'd meant to write here is, go see the movie! You won't regret it.