twelve: falling out

As my time at university draws to a close, it seems appropriate to do some reflection of the past 21 years. Today a sad event really sticks out in my mind, probably because this upcoming Tuesday marks our last ever friends lunch date. There's been an empty seat for quite some time now, considering it always used to be the 4 of us. I suppose even though we'd all seen each other through the awkward phases of growing up, sometimes people just grow apart. And it finally seems we've hit that point of no return, because as weird as it is that we rarely see each other any more it would probably be even weirder if you came waltzing back into my life.

I'm sure we'd have plenty of stories to tell about our past, getting a fobby haircut, random days out at the park, eating McDonald's breakfast super early in the morning, sitting outside of 7-11 like a bunch of hobos. Somewhere along the way we stopped creating stories... and we are where we are today. Strangers with a history. Things can change, but it seems with the 4 of us all moving in our own directions wishing that things could go back to how they used to be is futile. At least I have the picture on my desk to remind me of the last little bit of normal we had, you guys were just what I needed for my birthday that year. Friends to pick me up after I was stuck in a puddle of wallowing ugliness.

If there has ever been a falling out in my life I would describe as normal, this would be the closest thing. I'm sure one day when you achieve all that is that you're chasing for I'll read your name somewhere and smile and think to myself 'I knew that guy.'