Some friendships are great, some are not.
Some last forever, some don’t.
This is not the first time any one of you have heard the phrase “you forgot who was there when no one else was”. Why is that so?
Could it be that in our time of need, we go to any source of strength we can find then leech ourselves onto and off that anybody?
Perhaps that friend wasn’t just any ol’ body, but once you’ve picked yourself up, you want to leave everything from your past behind; and if that has to include the one who helped you through your darkest hour, then so be it.
Perhaps that’s the explanation. If someone knows more, I’d like to know.
There’s just something so… unfortunate about being the one that got left behind.
Some of us never really know how we got here.
Some of us never really could understand how new friendships could replace ours so quickly and readily.
Or how you never even try to care anymore.
See the thing about being the one that got left behind is that I wasn’t the one who gave the friendship up;
I loved you then, I still love you now.
I guess it just hurts that life could go on so easily for you, and how you couldn’t spare a thought for me.
I love you, old friend. I wish you well.