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The remains of a once great relationship between two good friends is now a lack of communication and effort. What took four years to build came-slowly and painfully- apart over several years. Much of the friendship became a 'brilliant dance' in the form of side stepping, ignoring and avoiding as often as possible.
Goodbyes became a thing of the past, now dragging itself more on head nods and waves. Words have been replaced by gestures. Gestures which lack meaning and substance, flirting its way onto formality. Because that is what it has come to, formality. I know you, and you know me and no longer does anything exists outside that frame.
The other day I bumped into an old friend. One I have barely seen or talked to in well over five years. Our last 'bump' into came with an astonishing revelation. She told me she was pregnant. I stood in sheer amazement in the news i just heard. 'This isn't something you would expect from me of all people, is it?" she said. "No," i said. But in the back of my mind it struck me that I no longer knew who she really was. Or what type of life style she had taken course. To me she had become yet another familiar face, a faint voice resembling something I've heard years before. But she was young and pregnant and even though she had become a distant memory of a person I once knew, I was fresh in her mind. So I called on a frequent basis to keep a check on her. The few months after that i felt as if my friend had been returned to me. On the contrary in fact. Since she gave birth I no longer was a part of her life anymore, again. On more than one occasion, out of my own selfishness, I have destroyed meaningful relationships (on all levels). I did not expect her to make me a part of her life and her new responsibility, but even a courtesy call could have gone a long way.
So the other day, on my break at work, I bumped into her, again, similar in the fashion of the first bump into. However, this time I had nothing to say to her. She did all the talking and I listened. Listened for the first chance to part ways and for me to get back to my life...so long, so long.
ns.
Goodbyes became a thing of the past, now dragging itself more on head nods and waves. Words have been replaced by gestures. Gestures which lack meaning and substance, flirting its way onto formality. Because that is what it has come to, formality. I know you, and you know me and no longer does anything exists outside that frame.
The other day I bumped into an old friend. One I have barely seen or talked to in well over five years. Our last 'bump' into came with an astonishing revelation. She told me she was pregnant. I stood in sheer amazement in the news i just heard. 'This isn't something you would expect from me of all people, is it?" she said. "No," i said. But in the back of my mind it struck me that I no longer knew who she really was. Or what type of life style she had taken course. To me she had become yet another familiar face, a faint voice resembling something I've heard years before. But she was young and pregnant and even though she had become a distant memory of a person I once knew, I was fresh in her mind. So I called on a frequent basis to keep a check on her. The few months after that i felt as if my friend had been returned to me. On the contrary in fact. Since she gave birth I no longer was a part of her life anymore, again. On more than one occasion, out of my own selfishness, I have destroyed meaningful relationships (on all levels). I did not expect her to make me a part of her life and her new responsibility, but even a courtesy call could have gone a long way.
So the other day, on my break at work, I bumped into her, again, similar in the fashion of the first bump into. However, this time I had nothing to say to her. She did all the talking and I listened. Listened for the first chance to part ways and for me to get back to my life...so long, so long.
ns.