Some images just stay. If I had a huge crush on XYZ when I was 13 and a friend then was party to my madness, then that is all this friend remembers. Really doesn’t matter 17 years later I don’t wear pig tails, think Amitabh Bacchan is the hottest and can actually write prescription drugs. The image of 13 year old with a huge crush on some loser wont leave me. I have learnt to live with it. I don’t know if I will ever learn to enjoy being bracketed but I am learning how to be okay with it.
Misunderstandings are bound to happen. In friendships. Even in those that you have known all your life. When the sync in communication is lost, no matter how many times one talks things out; the relationship is lost for ever.
Some times a friend walks back into your life. A phone call and some deliberation later you meet. By the sea. Share a coffee and a sandwich. The carbs not only soothe the body. They do an amazing job for the mind. In a world where people are scared to venture beyond the customary;what’s up, we talk. Conversations have become rare, I realise. Are you happy is not a question frequently cared for? Or even understood. I talk my heart out. More importantly I listen.
I realised if I wanted to I can still reconnect. I just to need to hear the calling.