| The Road of Life... (cont'd) |
| The last person/associated issue I'm dealing with has to do with a decaying friendship. Keith and I have known each other for five and a half years, and more than I cherish his friendship, I cherish him. He is such a unique individual... And I could go on for a really long time about that, but I think I owe it to my reader (who has already committed to a third page) to stick to the subject as much as possible. Up until I went away to college (and even through part of my freshman year) Keith and I had developed a strong, close friendship. But as I continued my education in Terre Haute, we began to drift apart. We didn't have disagreements or anything; we just didn't talk. I was in town on random weekends and usually didn't get to see my friends (unless it was at church on Sunday morning). My computer broke down during sophomore year, so I wasn't able to sit on AIM all hours of the day and night, and Keith has never been one to write long and involved e-mails about life for no reason at all (unlike Cris and I). Then my family left the church we were at, so I didn't even get to see him on the Sundays I was back in town. When I finally came back home to do my student teaching last semester, I came home to a friend I barely knew anymore. I had missed four years of his life. I knew he wasn't the same person he was when I left; I wasn't the same person I had been either. He had made other friends, or had become closer to the friends that were still around, and now... I don't know how to make my way back into his life. I miss him. |