Prior to going on this trip back home, I felt like it was because we had moved that everything changed. And that if we were to move back home, my life would go back to exactly how it was before. I would see my friends all the time, and we would hang out and do things. We would all talk more often without the distance between us.
That people still met up and hung out and had fires and we would go down the street and visit our friends and family on the weekends again.
But those people who never call to see how you are- are not going to suddenly care because you live close. And the ones who do only call you when you're nearby- don't really care about you, they just need a tagalong.
Just because you care about and become invested in other people, doesn't make them invested in you.
Everyone got busy, moved away, and started to care about different things. And its not how I thought things were going to be. Turns out I don't want to move back to a place, I want to go back to a time- and thats not something I can do.
But luckily, as you lose friends and fall out of touch, you realize which ones are the true friends who are equally invested in you and willing to put in effort to keep in touch no matter how far or how long you are apart.
And for that I am thankful I have a true friend in this world.
12 years- going strong.
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