Zariah Posted September 8, 2003 Report Share Posted September 8, 2003 There was no funeral. It had been expected for months. I had guessed things were wrong, But really, there were too many symptoms present for one diagnosis. Conversations weakened. 12 year old patterns diminished, like fire to a warn wooden bridge. Minutes together seemed like hours in the desert. I tried. Oh how I tried. Tried to nurture the problems to health. Only history held the limbs together. The more I thought about it, the more apparent it became. I was the ONLY one trying to keep us alive. Then one day we d r o p p e d dead. Our ashes crumbled in my trembling palms. There was no funeral. But still, I mourned. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted September 8, 2003 Report Share Posted September 8, 2003 outgrowing friendships of the past, as we mature, change - and grow apart, can be very stressful and hard. I hope the two of you can agree to be different, and not resent the closeness is gone. There's a lot of comfort in social conventions such as manners - they allow people who disagree to co-exist without overt friction... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zariah Posted September 8, 2003 Author Report Share Posted September 8, 2003 Perhaps.... We are college roomates, so a coexistence with civil conversation and common intrest in subjects such as college classes, study/chilling music, working out at the gym, and occasional dinner and a movies are there, but it will nevre be the same. The up part is the timing. It gives me more of an opportunity to get to know other people and become involved in capus activities. Who knows, maybe here I will find one or more lifelong friends. Until then, God will comfort the lonliness. And my comrads here at the pen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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