Monday, April 15
Coming back here is like occasionally flipping through a memory catalog, albeit it probably looks like I've lost 2 years of my life somewhere in between. Grown so much more, been through so many emotions, lived through so many events. But at the same time, I'm still the old me, pondering about the same things as I did, coming to this blog only when I'm down and out. Looks like the only outlet that I can count on whenever I needed some quiet.
In the last 2 years, I met a friend, and I lost a friend. Still think of her daily, still wonder if she's doing okay every day. I miss her a lot and I treasure every single thing and detail I have of her, hoping that one day we can be friends again. She sent back all the things she had of me in a brown paper bag, which was so like her to do so. Gave me a last note to say that she'll try, and then erased all her connections to me. Within a day, I was wiped out of her life. It was like I never existed. That hurt a lot, to know that I'll never be a part of her life, and that my memories with her were so readily flushed away.
But she's hurt too, by me. We may never reconcile, but I know a part of me has been taken away by her, never to be found again.
Thank you, my friend. Sometimes I think one of the best parts of my life were spent doing everything and nothing with you.
Posted by Isabelle at 8:11 pm