I went out with an old friend this week, I looked into her eyes and realized we had nothing in common but our pasts. I visited family over the holidays, and when I looked into their eyes I saw familiar faces, I saw my Dad's face, my Oma and Opa's faces.. but nothing else.
It was strange and sad. And yet I knew I would always see family, always have something in common with them, even if it was just that we looked like each other.
But the friend part scared me. I looked at this friend and listened to her speak. And even in her words she said.. we only see each other every couple of months. And this was a friend I used to speak weekly to. We shared our lives together. And at that part I got scared, realizing we had nothing in common other than the monthly visits that we reminded ourselves about. What scared me the most is the thought of why do we bother?
Why do we bother with relationships? We see family because they are family and friends because they are friends. The titles that we give these relationships.
The old adage is that family is chosen for you, but friends are the family you chose yourselves. And this was a friend that I shared that sentence with. At the time, we sadly said that we were each others family, since we were closer to each other, and shared things with each other, then sharing with our family.
And time passed and lives changes
and we both moved on
0 comments:
Post a Comment