Promise we won't become strangers
I remember saying those words, choking on a sob with tears blurring my sight.
At that point it really hurt saying goodbye to the best thing that happened to me.
At that time I believed we could keep to our promise and keep the flame amongst us alight but as time went on I realized that was just a phrase used to make goodbye sound easier.
We try to stay close, but we all know it won't last
Fear of loosing our comfort zone is what keeps us talking.
Flights across the world will multiply, distance between us will grown with each day.
We will meet new people and our views and stories will change.
We will change our mobile numbers countless times and the house address will change as well, the strain will grow with each breathe we take.
The inevitable will finally happen, you will lose my contact and I will be swapped in my own life that I won't notice that we haven't talked in a while.
There won't be any pick me up conversations, no more random calls at midday or the save me I'm drowning call at 3am
The only thing to prove our existence are simply fragments of memories in our hearts and a gallery of pictures we stash in our drives.
Facebook will become the reminder of birthdays, anniversaries and many more life achievements... We will wish each other well, and smile a little bit knowing that once upon a time we had something to share.
As we grow older, growing apart can be inevitable, but I need you to know this my dearest friends, I will always have your back, wherever we end up being if you need me just know I will be there
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