growing up, i was part of a duo. much like the best superheros and sidekicks, we stuck together at all times. she was short, i was tall. she had dark hair, i had blond. one set of brown eyes, one pair of blue.
and then somewhere along the way, a stupid fight happened maybe, or just a gradual drifting, or maybe we just got older, but the phone calls stopped and the hanging out together stopped until there was just the briefest of contact at neighbourly dinners and across the street waves to each other.
it's always a foreign notion to me; how you can know someone so well for so long, and then they become a stragner to you. there was probably a time where we could read each other's mind without thinking, and now i'm not even sure if she means what she says.
and there's a lot of relationships that i can think of where that's happened. but for every friend that's been lost along the way, i can think of one that stayed, of one i made an effort with to not lose that connection.
