The meaning of friends, those that come and go, those you wish you had kept in touch with and held, and those that slipped away, and then I find…
A friend I lost — is there is such a thing as a lost friend? — If so, does that mean I can re-find them where I lost them?
It’s hard to understand what makes a friendship break, detach, or move away, but I don’t forget the imprint that’s left behind.
My friends have helped carve who I am today.
I have kept the things friends have given me: their point of view, their laughter, their life. They shared with me their inner-most feelings, their fears, their “crazy” thoughts, their loves and their wants and needs…I may not remember it all in fine detail, but I do remember what it meant to be the treasurer.
They somehow knew — trusted — I would keep it to myself.
I valued their trust, their respect and the sense that they felt okay in my presence to speak openly and candidly.
And then they were gone.
I sat in their absence and drank the emotion of loss, the emotion of pain, and the emotion of freedom.
When you need to find who you are, have all of your friends leave and you will certainly find something you never thought you had.
Friends
The true ones are hard to come by.
The fake ones are always nearby.
I don’t know if it is ever possible if you can catch up with a friend to fill the gap in years, to tell, to explain what became full in their absence.
I don’t want to specifically mention by name the friends who have meant the most to me and I know I don’t need to.
They know who they are.