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Friendship has always been important to me, but not in the sense of having thousands of friends. I'm very content with a handful that I know are loyal and will always be there for me, and of course I have my go to girlfriend. You know the one - she knows every aspect of your life and will die knowing it. "It takes a long time to grow an old friend." 
- by John Leonard

I have always felt extremely blessed for the friendships that I have, and I work at keeping the relationships because my friends are important to me."What is a friend? A single soul in two bodies." 
- Aristotle  So I have to say that it surprised me when I reached out to an old friend via text the other day and  realized from her response that at some point our relationship had changed. I was no longer on her top ten friend list, and that's okay, but it's a little disappointing that a conversation didn't take place to allow me to know what transpired. If there's no communication there can be no resolution - I can't fix something if I don't know that it's broken. Admittedly I was a little hurt at first, but now I find it annoying and immature, and I'm feeling bitter without having a real reason to feel that way. I just don't understand how you can go years of knowing someone and feel like you can't express what you're feeling. It makes me feel as if our friendship was superficial, and maybe it was; which would be okay, but I needed to know that at the beginning so I knew what I was dealing with.

I know most of you are asking yourselves right now why I'm not confronting her if I'm so upset by all of this. It's because I have to accept that our season has ended, but like everything else in life, change isn't always easy.

Peace, love, & hugs!


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