It feels weird when a friendship just . . . dies off.
No warning, no goodbye, no sense of walking off the edge of a cliff into the abyss of silence where there was once warm laughter and inside jokes and cold tears and deepest secrets revealed in the darkest hours of the night.
But then there’s the feeling of new friends . . . of the hope that comes from watching a seedling sprout into a beautiful flower.
Maybe there’s no inside jokes or cold tears or deepest secrets yet . . . but there’s warm laughter, and the warmth of knowing there’s potential here, between us, to get to know each other well. To know the layout of the lines in our faces and hands and the hills of our mannerisms and the valleys of our insecurities.
There’s potential here . . . and that’s all I need to know that I will be okay, that I will still have laughter and love and companionship even after seeing old friendships walk off the edge of a cliff.
And yes, I’m sad, because in that silent abyss are also memories and vulnerabilities that I want to stay down there.
But look! Here are new friendships!
And even if some of them may have the same fate,
I take hope
that a few of them
I take hope that a lovely few will be that beautiful flower forever.