The death of something beautiful…
A really close friend formalized her relationship with this guy. I have known her for donkey’s years. Not quite a decade yet, but just. Come to think of it— it is. All these years we have managed to stay in touch. In spite of her choosing a completely different course of study (commerce as opposed to my choice of medicine) and my being away from home for almost six years. Then when I came back she left for the UK. I can’t claim that we were in touch all the time. Quite a change from the days when we would talk practically every single day. Make that every evening. About random issues. Dad foots the bill, right? And we got along extremely well. I think it had a lot to do with the fact that she is an extremely wonderful person… it is not a platitude I offer merely because she is a friend. It seems odd how we simply had this relationship. I dare call it platonic (we didn't really tackle environmental issues, child labor, literature, or other heavy subjects. I mean we did but not ALL the time!) but it was just this completely sincere thing we had and such a comfortable place to be in – when I was around her. I am sure she knows me through and through—we never put on a façade with each other. I will miss that. I honestly think of her as one of the few genuine people I have met. But with time and now the distance… it isn’t quite the same any more. I can feel it. Added to that, she now has a significant other. This post is not a rant or raving complaint. Our dynamics differ… not who she is… or who I am… and hopefully not what we mean to each other. It just made me aware of how things change. How people change and with time how I now must accept that this relationship has changed.
That guy Confucius sure as hell knew what he was talking about when he said “nothing is permanent but change”
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