Isn't it weird how people change so quickly?
As if they are the out going tide on a full moon.
It happens so fast, you don't even know,
Until you're waist deep and you remember you can't swim.
You forget what they're like, their favourite song or their favourite colour.
The simple things.
Now, what you are left with are memories and what ifs.
What if we remained such close friends?
In reality, this is reality.
Friends come and go, people grow.
Two people can grow at different rates and ways, like dahlias in the summer or panseys in the winter. Both require different things to flourish.
Sometimes I cannot grasp the number of people who have come and gone, it hurts but I know it is for the best.
So I suppose it's a goodbye for now
