- If I must be honest, today I happened to think of you, just as today was the first time in a long time that we have spoken. Three years have I known you in a friendly capacity, and for the first two perhaps we had a semblance of friendship? Certainly now in reminiscence I would like to think so, only to as well note with regret how I handled everything in those days. Vapid. Insipid. Shallow. Ridiculous. What did you think of me? I realize now that what I crave is respect, yet in reality what I garnered no doubt amounted to little more than passing amusement. Ah, but I bemoan my ignorant youth and frivolity (though only of a mere two years prior). Would that I could redo everything, indeed. It occurred to me as well today as it has at times throughout the past year, that I owe some degree of my success in that class last year to you. I never did thank you, did I? Thank you. You helped me when I think few others would, with, I must note, little benefit to yourself, as I was always the dimmer of the two, no? And for your help I passed that trial that had been a year in the making; made it out with two feet standing, if not running. Come June there is little doubt in my mind that it is the last I shall ever see of you. Our paths diverge, as they must, and this year has seen a widening of the silence between us, the mutual agreement that what camaraderie we had was temporary in its strength, something that has seen its glory days come and go, and now wanes with the passing months. I think in the years to come I will miss you at times but in the end there was truly nothing there. Would that I knew what you thought, but alone with mine alone as always, I can only guess. This is my invisible farewell to you.
apr 8 2011 ∞
oct 15 2015 +
oct 15 2015 +