**Written on September 1 2012. Unmodified. Raw.
According to Oxford Dictionaries Online, a friend is “a person with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically one exclusive of sexual or family relations, a person who is not an enemy or opponent; an ally.”
What makes up friendship? Is it the trust? The common interests? Common language? Geography? Friends are made. Friends are lost. They come and they go. They’re not there forever. They’re not there all the time. Yet, they leave an influential mark.
There was once a little boy who trusted his friends. He believed that whatever they had would never change. He started growing up, so did his friends. They went to different schools. Then they went to different countries. But that little boy still believed in eternal friendship. Why wouldn’t he? They’ve been through many things together, they shared experiences and memories, and they trusted each other. It wouldn’t matter if they haven’t met for a month or a year, the boy thought, because when they get together they’ll carry on the conversation they were having before they left.
But it wasn’t like that. The jokes they shared, the tricks they played, and the fun they had wasn’t the same anymore. Suddenly, their thoughts didn’t match. Time changed us, the boy wondered, or did I change? He wanted to hold on to his idea of everlasting friendship, but he couldn’t do it on his own. Everyone wanted to move on, it seemed. The harder he tried, the higher he climbed, and the further he dropped. It was painful. He always blamed himself for destroying whatever it is he had.
After years of trying, he stopped. He realized that his thought was only a dream, a fantasy that exists only in another world. He learned that keeping his distance from people saved the hassle of expectations. When you’re not close to anyone, the little boy concluded, no one would expect anything from the other.
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