Today, I met a friend I hadn't met in six years. We didn't meet, speak, or even Facebook since the last three of the six years, no, not even Skype. Six years is a long time. He was in another country, living a different life, one that was very different from the one we knew each other in. We were a group of kids who knew each other since we were about 12 until our late teens, and then, life happened. As it usually does.
Its not like I was particularly close to this friend, we were as close as 2 people in a group can get. Yeah, we had inside jokes, LOTS of stories, but nothing that made our bond any stronger than the others. Yet, when you meet a friend who knew you when you were another version of yourself, before life happened to either one of you, before you become a person that now knows that we are made of 70% water because EVERYTHING in life is fluid, you feel a kind of joy that only good memories and sweet nostalgia can bring.
I am like a turtle. I constantly have a hard shell to protect the vulnerability that I hold ever so close. I do not let people in easy, but once they're in, I don't let them go. I have, time and again, caught myself, ever so subtly, living in my mind, rather than in my world. Off wandering in the meandering visuals that my consciousness can think up, and in these moments, I am always thinking of those people I hold close.
I like to believe they know who they are, after all, there are only a handful. I love easily. Although, I can not for the life of me understand how to express it effectively. Let this be a testimonial, to all those who are my near, dear, close, treasured and forever living in my heart. I might not keep in touch, I might not call you. Just know, I think of you, in times when I escape the world, to go live in my thoughts, just for a moment. You are the ones that decorate my happy place.
I am saying Goodbye, albeit just for a while, to another such friend tomorrow. Life is funny, re-unions and goodbyes must come together.
Sometimes, when I feel enlightened by my own insights, I curse at my lack of ability to emotionally express my self in person. I feel close to these people, but they don't know it. I think they do though. Sometimes actions speak louder than words, but feelings are felt the loudest. Vibes, resonate. Its pure energy.
Its not like I was particularly close to this friend, we were as close as 2 people in a group can get. Yeah, we had inside jokes, LOTS of stories, but nothing that made our bond any stronger than the others. Yet, when you meet a friend who knew you when you were another version of yourself, before life happened to either one of you, before you become a person that now knows that we are made of 70% water because EVERYTHING in life is fluid, you feel a kind of joy that only good memories and sweet nostalgia can bring.
I am like a turtle. I constantly have a hard shell to protect the vulnerability that I hold ever so close. I do not let people in easy, but once they're in, I don't let them go. I have, time and again, caught myself, ever so subtly, living in my mind, rather than in my world. Off wandering in the meandering visuals that my consciousness can think up, and in these moments, I am always thinking of those people I hold close.
I like to believe they know who they are, after all, there are only a handful. I love easily. Although, I can not for the life of me understand how to express it effectively. Let this be a testimonial, to all those who are my near, dear, close, treasured and forever living in my heart. I might not keep in touch, I might not call you. Just know, I think of you, in times when I escape the world, to go live in my thoughts, just for a moment. You are the ones that decorate my happy place.
I am saying Goodbye, albeit just for a while, to another such friend tomorrow. Life is funny, re-unions and goodbyes must come together.
Sometimes, when I feel enlightened by my own insights, I curse at my lack of ability to emotionally express my self in person. I feel close to these people, but they don't know it. I think they do though. Sometimes actions speak louder than words, but feelings are felt the loudest. Vibes, resonate. Its pure energy.
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