i saw a very very close friend of mine sometime ago. she was walking in the opposite direction i was going in. i saw her from a distance away and avoided eye contact. then i continued walking in the direction i was going in. i saw her months ago in a cafe. she was sitting at a table behind mine. i left before i had to.

that was a very very close friend of mine a few years back. the kind of friendship which i thought wouldn’t exist cos we were just so different in the beginning. we did some crazy things together and i did learn to let go of many things. she was probably the only one i could talk to on the phone for five hours straight. i don’t even like talking on the phone.

we drifted away, maybe the few differences among us just couldn’t be avoided. neither of us made any effort to keep the friendship going, cos we were both similar in the sense that we would never be the ones who would strike up conversations with long-lost friends or to look up each other.

once in a while i still log on to friendster (cos friendster never realyl deletes any account) to see if she’s getting on fine. she is, and i think i miss this friend. it disturbs me like crazy but i think things are going to stay this way. she wouldn’t be forgotten, but she wouldn’t be part of life anymore. it’s dumb the way things have turned out, but i guess that’s how life is, sometimes.

if i ever stop contacting you, it doesn’t mean i’ve forgotten you.

it’s just the way i am.