When my mother died 26+ years ago, I decided then and there that there wasn't any, human being I couldn't live without. And, for the most part, I still hold that belief today. What I didn't realize, though, is that what I meant is that I can live without anyone who DIES. If the person is still alive, that changes things. No, I'm not the kind of man who sits in a room, lamenting the loss of a relationship, days on end. But I clearly realize today that I do miss particular friendships. One such friendship ended recently when a friend of damn near 23 years told me that he no longer wanted to have anything to do with me. His reasons were sound: he simply couldn't forgive some of the unfriendly conduct I've hurled his way over the years. I get that. But getting it doesn't stop me from wanting to BE friends. That was then. And I know for a fact I'd NEVER behave again as I had in the past. However, my transformation is simply too little, too late.
I wish my friend well. Honestly I do. And I shall continue to reach out to him, from time to time. Whether he responds to my calls/texts or not. 'Cause truth be told...
...I'm so glad we've had this time together...
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