Welcome back.

Recently I’ve become reacquainted with someone that I wish had stayed part of my life during the time that our friendship was nonexistent.

We were friends a while ago, and a chain of events severed that.  However, now that we’re older and more mature...things are starting to work again.  We’re starting to work again.  I don’t know them very well anymore, but at the same time, I feel as if I know them better than anyone.  Because we began with each other...our start through the journey of adolescence began with each other.  So in a way, we helped to form the people we are today.  We both know who we were before we were who we are now...if that makes any sense at all.

Regardless.  I feel as if I can’t go where I’m supposed to go in life without remembering where I’ve been.  So this friendship, come back to haunt me from wherever it was hiding, is probably a good thing...I hope.

I wish we’d kept being friends.  I don’t trust many people.  But this person knew more about me than anyone at the time.  It’s hard to live without someone you can confide in.  I guess when I lost that friendship I also lost that convenience.  Maybe that’s why I’m crazy.

Living in isolation is impossible, but I tried....and I tried hard.  But it ended up doing more harm than good.

This is a lesson in remembering what’s truly important, and how nothing should get in the way of those things.