Junior high three teens meet, spark up friendships, break some bread.
Staying tight all through high school, but as soon as they’re exposed to the real world, the friendships feel rifts and soon enough they all begin to drift.
At first it’s uncomfortable, but then the adjustment period kicks in and it becomes a normal thing to go from talking on a daily basis, to a phone call every few months or so.
You busy yourself with your own life and your own schedule, and slowly those friendships fade into the background.
Well I’m twenty-four now and this is just a lesson I’m coming to understand, sometimes things just don’t turn out the way you plan.
But it sucks though, course if you’ve been there, you already know. Whatever it’s just the natural progression, it’s how we mature, it’s how we evolve. The process of life, as the seasons change, you’ll change with them. But if you decide to fight those changes, it transforms into a struggle; it becomes more like quicksand. All that you can do is stop resisting and allow it to engulf you.
I hate the fact they we have to end on this note, at least I can look back and say that we had some good times though. I know those days are gone but they serve as good memories that I can file under unforgettable.
Matter of fact here’s a few things that are certain, when our ten-year reunion hits, we’ll reminisce over those good times we had, uttering terms like “Remember when,” and “What we always use to say.” I guess that’s pretty much it, this is all just met to be in the background, shit.