Spent time packing some of my things, and opened up many memories.
One of the saddest words written by a friend in the last of 9 birthday cards received:
“Guess we haven’t really been around for each other much these few months, & it’s surprising how I could get used to your absence in my life after a while. It isn’t that people haven’t been telling me to salvage this friendship, I just felt that it wasn’t in my place to do anything/there’s really nothing that I can possibly do about it anymore.”
From time to time, I still miss this friendship very dearly, and I still think about how things would have been if it turned out differently. And the question that has been left unanswered – what went wrong exactly?
May I have the courage to reach out again, perhaps someday. For continuation, or for closure.