To the friends I considered best,
Yes, You.
We've all become so crafty with these fancy devises we carry in our palms almost 99% of the day. We can be doing ten different things while carrying a conversation, text without even looking down, and even tell Siri to do pretty much anything for us. Not to mention, we manage to do all of this in a matter of seconds. It's reflex at this point. So, with 86,400 seconds in a day, I'd say that's pretty reasonable to send a "hey" or "how are you" text... right?
Still, I scroll through my recent threads and find the last time we spoke cannot be found. It is beyond such to remember the last conversation we had. Your name is no longer there...
But, it's okay.
You might say "Well, it's a two way street!" Correct. But even a two way street needs traffic from both ends to be in its full use. A traffic that flows willingly and wanting from both those coming and going, not just a reaction to the others passing through.
But, it's okay.
It's okay because we grow. And I've grown to learn that some friends were more than others. And others, well they were less of friends as much as they were convenience. Going to school everyday with the same people made it convenient. It was easy to have a friend or group that followed the same routine as you. Same walk to school, same hallways, and back home again.
But, it's okay.
College was no different. It wasn't hard to find friendship in those who lived on your floor, liked or disliked the same things as you, partied, studied, or ate as much as you.. whatever the commonality may be, it was convenient. It was company.
Still, I cared about you. This is not to make our friendship any less than what we made of it. This is not at all to say we didn't create memories or that I never think of you in passing through my day. I care about you, still.
But at the time we didn't think ahead to today. We didn't consider the disadvantage to convenience that would come once college became priority, graduation snuck up on us, and paths weren't so much the same anymore. We didn't consider the efforts a genuine friendship truly takes, but that effort is nonetheless when it is driven deeper than its being convenient.
But, it's okay.
It's okay because in life, we grow. And without people moving in and out of every picture, phase, moment, or memory we hold... we wouldn't have lived. We wouldn't have learned. And we wouldn't have loved.
Still, I think about you. I wonder how things have worked out, if you're okay. So this is just me taking more than a few seconds to say, "hey".
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