TIES AND MEMORIES


You know, friendship can be hard sometimes. I once had a friend with whom I vibed with really well. He understood my argumentative side and often set traps for me during our debates. I really liked our friendship, but then something happened that made us grow apart.

We drifted so far apart that we can barely hold a conversation now. Yet, there's this feeling I can't shake off—a voice in my head that says we were golden once upon a time. But that was then; in the present, we aren't the same.

So, whenever I miss this friend, I don't actually miss him but the memories we created together. When I remember him, what comes to mind is basking in half-baked knowledge, trying with all our might to defend a cause not even that serious, just for the fun of arguing.

This made me realize that we don't really miss the people who left, but what we miss is what we were with them and how it was with them. I once chatted with this friend some time ago, and his response was so strange I couldn't recognize him. It made me wonder if I had fabricated the whole friendship in the past. Perhaps I had made myself believe a lie.

Was there truly a time when we were golden? Because the other person seemed entirely different, and I guess he felt the same way. Life happens, and at the end of the day, all we are left with are fragments of painful memories that only you hold dear.

Dearest reader, have you lost someone you hold dear, even though you still have the person around? Is all that's left of the friendship a beautiful picture of how it used to be?

Being the only one with the mental picture of how it used to be can be very painful, given that in reality, the person in question is far different from all of that.



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