I'm going to a wedding reception/open house tonight. A friend I've known since 6th grade was married last month in Seattle. Hooray for him!
When I returned home from my mission, we became really close friends. After a brief falling out, we became even closer friends. I came to rely on his wisdom, his calmness, and his assurance that everything would work out ok for me. I trusted him with my insecurities and fears and listened to his in return. When he moved to Seattle, we kept up our conversations by phone. For a while. But those conversations became less frequent as time went on. I guess that's a pretty normal thing to happen in a long-distance friendship, but recognizing that loss makes me melancholy. I found this poem online that kind of expresses how I'm feeling about this. Maybe I'll write my own someday, but for now this one will have to do:
We Have Drifted
Remember all the times
we stayed up just talking about useless stuff
remember all the times
we used to call each other saying like wasn't enough
remember I was the one
you`d tell everything to ?
remember when
we always had something together to do
Remember all the laughs we shared
all the fights and crying we did in the past
Remember we said this friendship
would always last
No more do we share those laughs
no more do we share those cries
what was once such a great friendship has drifted
into two separate lives
I want to emphasize that I am so happy for this friend. He has found love and held on to it and for this, his will have an amazing life. We may not talk as much as we once did, but we will always be friends.
