I remember a conversation I had with a very good friend of mine last semester break. We haven't seen each other in flesh for over two years so there was a lot to catch up on. After a while our conversation shifted to a mutual friend of us, our best friend. It was not a mengumpat-session. Promise. We both just miss her.
She is getting engaged. And we only knew about it like the rest of the world. No excited shrilly scream over the phone about the proposal.
Strange, a year prior to this day, we are the kind of friends that share each littlest details of each other's lives. The continent between us never seem like a big deal. But somehow along the way, without us realizing it, we simply just drifted away. We were so immersed with our own lives that we forgot to make the time for each other like we used to.
Maybe it wasn't her. Maybe it was just me, being the self-absorbed one all this while. Maybe it was something I said or did. Maybe it was something I didn't say or do. I couldn't say for sure.
Whatever it is, she just refused to see us anymore. We tried. Maybe it was a tad too late for any maintenace to salvage what we once shared.
She's going to start a new life soon and the friendship that we share is going to take the backseat, that's for sure. Perhaps it has been for a while now.
You might think that nah...that's just one friend, no need to make such a big fuss over it. Every year you get to meet a lot of different people.
But as you are getting old, you'll realize that in life, out of hundreds or thousands of friends you make, there's only a handful of them that you truly connect with. Those are the ones that really matter.
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