At the risk of being cliche: How the Time Flys
So it has been 3 years since I posted an entry. I'm not really sure what is making me post now. I guess its just the sense of nostalgia I have going on. In the past three years so much has happened.
Since my prevous entry, I have met Drew. He lights up my world, brighter then the night sky during a cold winter's Chinese New Year celebration. We have been dating for three years come April 17th.
I have recently begun hanging out with Remy. Well not recently. We've been hanging out since sophomore year, but as of late, we have been hanging out like we used to. Which is wonderfully strange to me. Its like no time has passed, and though we are both completely different people, we still click as best friends. We are indeed Remy and Lissa, Pooh and Wiggie. Laughing whole-heartedly as we drive to random locations, escaping stalkers, contemplating gnome theft. Its actually comforting to know that things between friends can change so much yet the basic integral part of true friendship remains. I think that is what determines a true friend. You can suffer through periods where you are not as close, but when all is said and done, you have left a thumbprint on that persons soul. It's like an oil painting. Every time you touch an oil painting, be it in a museum, home, a gallery, you leave behind that fingerprint. Now, unbeknownst to the artist, the curator, even the visitors, you are a part of that painting. Based on where the oils from your fingers are, that painting will now decay in a different pattern then it would have had you never touched it. It's kind of like that for true friends. That thumbprint is now a piece of you. As you age and move on, your identity, your sense of self are completely altered now. You are a slightly different person because that person was in your life. i believe it is this quality, this ever there presence in your life, that makes it so easy for old friends to pick up like no time has passed.
Which is particularly heartening because while Remy and I are closer, a former best fried of mine, who from this point on will be known as Mendelssohn (Mendy for short), are not as close. I understand her life is going in a different direction. She wants a lifestyle that holds no interest to me. And I believe she has the same feelings towards me. This is what happens in life. People grow. They are like vines. Vines mostly grow in a tangle, all intertwined. But occasionally, out branching occurs, and while that vines still flourishes, it is no longer part of the tangle, at least for a while. I feel that is what Mendy has done. Shes growing in life, just separately from us. Hopefully our growth patterns will inter-tangle again sometime in the future. Until then I hope she soars above and is the happiest little vine to ever choose there own offshoot.
I hope this makes sense. I would proofread it, but I really have no patience for proof reading.
Life in all is amazing, just lately I have been very pensive. I would promise to update tomorrow, but we all know that may not happen. Until a later day, I bid you all a good evening.
Since my prevous entry, I have met Drew. He lights up my world, brighter then the night sky during a cold winter's Chinese New Year celebration. We have been dating for three years come April 17th.
I have recently begun hanging out with Remy. Well not recently. We've been hanging out since sophomore year, but as of late, we have been hanging out like we used to. Which is wonderfully strange to me. Its like no time has passed, and though we are both completely different people, we still click as best friends. We are indeed Remy and Lissa, Pooh and Wiggie. Laughing whole-heartedly as we drive to random locations, escaping stalkers, contemplating gnome theft. Its actually comforting to know that things between friends can change so much yet the basic integral part of true friendship remains. I think that is what determines a true friend. You can suffer through periods where you are not as close, but when all is said and done, you have left a thumbprint on that persons soul. It's like an oil painting. Every time you touch an oil painting, be it in a museum, home, a gallery, you leave behind that fingerprint. Now, unbeknownst to the artist, the curator, even the visitors, you are a part of that painting. Based on where the oils from your fingers are, that painting will now decay in a different pattern then it would have had you never touched it. It's kind of like that for true friends. That thumbprint is now a piece of you. As you age and move on, your identity, your sense of self are completely altered now. You are a slightly different person because that person was in your life. i believe it is this quality, this ever there presence in your life, that makes it so easy for old friends to pick up like no time has passed.
Which is particularly heartening because while Remy and I are closer, a former best fried of mine, who from this point on will be known as Mendelssohn (Mendy for short), are not as close. I understand her life is going in a different direction. She wants a lifestyle that holds no interest to me. And I believe she has the same feelings towards me. This is what happens in life. People grow. They are like vines. Vines mostly grow in a tangle, all intertwined. But occasionally, out branching occurs, and while that vines still flourishes, it is no longer part of the tangle, at least for a while. I feel that is what Mendy has done. Shes growing in life, just separately from us. Hopefully our growth patterns will inter-tangle again sometime in the future. Until then I hope she soars above and is the happiest little vine to ever choose there own offshoot.
I hope this makes sense. I would proofread it, but I really have no patience for proof reading.
Life in all is amazing, just lately I have been very pensive. I would promise to update tomorrow, but we all know that may not happen. Until a later day, I bid you all a good evening.