The friendship
Friendship... one word that people celebrate. When people can make friends so easily, I am among those who struggles a lot to make one. Growing up, I would feel left out and often punished in class for being myself. "Come on who wants to be friends with her...? Okay let me think.... eh.. No one." It took me so many years as young woman to manage to call a group of people her friends. I kept warning them, "as I keep moving on, my interests change, my priorities change, my friends might change. I will remember all of you but might still have to move on". Now I think it is a matured thought. As we move on in life, things changes, people we meet are different, we hang out with are different, the food we used to like were different etc. So whats wrong with moving on. At any point we have to. So to forsee it and inform my buddies about this most probable possibilty was the best thing I could do. So did I. Years passed. Over years it so happend, the number of years ...