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Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Friends from a Previous Existence

I saw one of my closest friends, Rom, a couple of weeks ago. He was with a girl, maybe his girlfriend. I don't know why but I didn't feel like approaching him. So I didn't.

Maybe because it's been so long since we connected, that I didn't feel the desire to get re-acquainted. For people who know us from before, it's very hard to imagine. Maybe we put too much trust in the resilience of our friendship, that we left it unattended for too long. Maybe friendships are not designed to be left that way. Maybe with everything that has happened to me, I actually needed them to be there physically... not just in spirit... not just in words. My life changed without them. I am reborn now, and they are severed from my life forever.

A lot of maybes, a lot of forks on the road that we should have taken to prevent this. But I can't do anything about that now, not anymore. There's nothing left but regret. It feels like a previous life to me now.

What does the future hold for me...

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