They say time makes the heart grow fonder. Evidently, as I get older I find myself reflecting more on the events that have come before me where I stand in the present. Ever since kindergarten, it seems as though I have effortlessly gone through groups of friends. Some would stay for seasons, and some would stay for reasons.

I wish I could say that the friends who stayed for seasons seemingly slipped away into the abyss, yet, it hasn't always been like that. It varies from person to person though. Some people weren't compatible. Some friendships ended due to a nasty quarrel. Some ended quietly and easily until we both became extras in the other's personal movie. Like any other human, it's safe to say that I have had my fair share of losses throughout the years.

Whatever the case though, I think it's safe for me to say that I do think about all of them... often. I used to see people in high school whom I had been friends with in elementary school and evidently hadn't talked to since. I still wondered about them though. Surely, Brynn from first grade or Sydney from 5th grade probably never thought twice about me, but I found comfort in knowing I still kept them in mind despite our separation from each other's lives.

The same thing seems to go for my friends college too. People I had buddied up with during the first couple weeks are now something of a memory. Ultimately, we formed these quick bonds in order to survive the uncertainty accompanied by exploring a new place. We were a safety net for the other one. Nevertheless, history repeats itself and even these friends got swept away from me.

Losing friends is, unfortunately, something everyone has to learn to come to terms with. It is the natural cycle of life. Some people simply do not fit your vision, and eventually, they remove themselves - or otherwise get removed. Sometimes it's you who feels like they need to be removed. In any case, though, it's something everyone goes through.

But here's the thing.

I hold no grudges. I have no vendettas. And I certainly have no agenda. My arms are always open. Sometimes I wish people would see past my resting bitch face and hard-headed attitude to see that too. Friendships are never perfect, but I can truthfully say my intentions are always pure.

In my eyes, I see life as a miracle. It becomes even more of a miracle when you think about the fact that you are lucky to exist in the same time and space as those around you whom you love. That being said, people who have walked in and out of my life are not only a lesson but a miracle to me as well.

At the same time, because I know how it feels to be left behind and forgotten, I would surely hope to never make anyone else feel the same way. That goes even for people who have done me wrong as well. I like to think that I will always be here for people who were once in my life. After all, you can't "always be there for someone" if you allow that saying to expire once the friendship expires first.

So to you, whoever you may be, my friend of the past, or my friend of the present, I hope you know that I am truly here for you.

I wonder about you. I want you to succeed. We may have been or will be an insignificant sliver in the other's life, yet, that is where the beauty comes in.

I am happy to have known you and blessed to have been able to make memories with you as well. I am indifferent to the past, because the way I see it, it's already gone. We can and will move forward with our lives as that is the natural cycle of life. Perhaps though, we will meet again later in life where we can re-connect on all that was lost in our miscommunication.

Although you probably wouldn't choose to, I hope you know that you can always come to me in times of need. Even if I'm not what you need anymore. I will always be here to listen to you, and give you advice. I will always be a shoulder to cry on, or even someone to sit in the silence with.

My love for you has, and always will be unconditional.

Some people may read this and see it as a hard pill to swallow given the circumstances of the past, but, the past is the past. And I am thoroughly over it. A wise woman once told me it takes more energy to be angry than it does to be happy, and she was right.

Life is too short to be angry about the past, let alone the small quarrels of the past. The way I see it, if you were in my life at one point, you were simultaneously a blessing too.