Saturday, December 8, 2012

Friends

Bittersweet moments of our lives come and go. Great friends that we knew once upon a time beginning their fairy tales and you are still waiting by the shore hoping to catch yours, wondering about what is going to happen next. You look through yearbooks thinking about where people are right now, feeling like it's been so long, but still when you go to the supermarket down the street, you see the places where you used to sit and talk, and at that moment, your friends come walking through the door. You enjoy a quick conversation and you're moving again. Buy the chips, the bread, eggs if you remembered to cook this week, and then you get in your car to make the voyage home. You check your facebook, another person is getting married, you send your congratulations and you remember that it isn't you. You turn on the music and laugh and smile at everything that is happening. Is a vacation really getting away anymore? It seems that everything is away anyway, at least, if we don't step a little more forward each day.
It's hard to get past the idea that it won't be like how you wish it were, that all your friends would get married, all move to the same street in the same city. All your kids playing games together, doing the same stupid things that you did as a kid. Growing old together and everyday making your friendship just a little bit stronger. Good news is, nowadays we have email, planes, and social media. Though it will never be the same as seeing each other as often as you used to, there is always time to make something new.
You always have those memories and hopefully you are making new ones everyday. There are always new things to do, just be yourself and see where it takes you. You're not a high school student anymore, maybe you're married, maybe you've just had a hard time moving on, maybe you're just waiting for another chance, whatever it is, there's always what you're looking for. Just remember to find your way home, that's where your friends will be.

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