Goodbye old friend
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The worn leather of the armchair sighed beneath me, the sound echoing the hollowness in my chest. Rain lashed against the window, a melancholic soundtrack to the goodbye forming in my mind. It wasn't a sudden goodbye, not a jarring screech of brakes or a cruel twist of fate. It was a slow, inevitable fade, like the last embers of a fire struggling against the encroaching dawn.
Remember that summer, the one where we were fifteen and invincible? The air buzzed with cicadas and the sweet scent of honeysuckle. We'd built a fort in the sprawling oak tree in your backyard, a world of our own creation. We devoured dog-eared paperbacks and whispered secrets beneath the star-dusted night sky. Our dreams intertwined like the branches overhead, reaching for an unknown future, a future we were determined to conquer together.
Life, it seems, had other plans. College took you across the state, then a job offer landed you on the other side of the country. Miles stretched between us, emails turned into occasional texts, phone calls became a precious rarity. We weren't strangers, not exactly, but the shared language of our youth had fractured. Conversations felt strained, punctuated by awkward silences filled with the ghosts of memories.
I wouldn't blame you for forgetting. We were different people now, shaped by new experiences and the relentless pull of time. You with your city life, your bustling career, and a family you built with someone else. And me, well, I stayed in our hometown, a comfortable routine wrapped around the familiarity of the past.
There's a pang of regret, of course. The world could have been ours, the adventures we dreamt of could have become reality. But there's also a quiet acceptance, a recognition that sometimes friendships, like seasons, have their time. They bloom vibrantly, filling our lives with laughter and light, and then, just as gently, they begin to wane.
This isn't a rejection, but a release. A letting go of the expectation of who we once were and an embrace of who we've become. The memories will remain, a treasure trove of shared laughter and whispered secrets tucked away in the corners of my heart. You'll always be a part of my story, a chapter filled with sunshine and scraped knees, with teenage heartbreaks and whispered dreams.
There's a chance our paths might cross again someday, under a different sky, with different wrinkles etched on our faces. But for now, this is goodbye, my old friend. May your journey continue to be filled with light and love. And may you carry a piece of our summer, a reminder of the two kids who dared to dream under the oak tree.
With love and gratitude,
(John)
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