To all the friends I've made over the years and lost touch. . .

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To all the 'friends' I've made over the years and lost touch. . . I don't remember what it was for each one of you, but we somehow sparked a friendship, even if only for a few moments in time, and over the years, as we grew up, some of us moved, most of us got busier, and ALL of us just got lost under that truckload of new everyday hardships and work completion. . . adjusting to a new life.
And in between all of those changes, we lost touch. We lost that connection, we even somewhere lost that companionship that we shared sort of. . . and the sad part ? Most of us don't even regret it. . . and not because it was simply a friend we were losing, it was because that 'friend' brought no worldly value to us anymore. We realized that we didn't 'need' each other anymore . . . because we weren't valuable assets to each other anymore. And that's heart wrenching.

It surprises me how fast we adult.  I mean, they all say, adulting is meant to bring you more in life, and that in many ways is true, I guess, but is it meant to bring you more by clearing people out of your life ? Seems like it is, not gonna lie, I think that's why people grow apart. Why else do you think those friends, who were once ,we were certain, very very important in our lives, are more of acquaintances now, than friends ? I agree they've all played a role in helping us be the person we are today, by teaching us some sort of lessons, small or big. . .and yes, I mean every single one was a lesson. Yet it still feels like y'all know each other, but are still perfect strangers. . . Is this why people say " Dont be a stranger! " when saying Goodbye?

I reckon this distance that has been forged between us is not even mournful anymore, simply because there was no bad blood between us, ever. . . and also because we're not really bothered about them anymore .

We've all moved apart, moved forward, and made new, seemingly 'better friends' that are more formidable in our eyes, because they're somehow more useful to us.

I hope with this letter, we all somehow find our closure.

Yours Lovingly,
Greene. ♡

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