I just came from a night out with my two
best buddies who also happen to be my cousins. i didn't realize how much we
grew apart. This is my unsent letter to them.
You are the two people I spent my childhood with. Memories of home are almost always memories with you. We have been each other’s witnesses to each other’s lives - as reluctantly as it is fortunately.
You are the two people I spent my childhood with. Memories of home are almost always memories with you. We have been each other’s witnesses to each other’s lives - as reluctantly as it is fortunately.
A ride in a new car. Trip over MSG-filled food. Funny stories – made up or otherwise. A hearty meal in a fancy bar. Partners by our side. Sleepy heads. A bottle of beer. Familiar fancies.
So recognizable yet so strange.
The many miles traveled apart.
The billions of seconds spent not by each others’ side.
The variety of people we met, together or solitary.
Yes we changed so.
Sad. Melancholic. Disappointing. Because we once dreamt of a life together. Not necessarily the same but together. Then slowly we saw how the dreams are being forgotten. We saw the other moving away. As fast as the other is.
Maybe tonight is our attempt to pick up from where we left off because - marriages, children and many career changes after – we are finally realizing we should have never stopped.
There are plans to spend more time with each other. Maybe it will push through. Maybe not.
Regardless. Tonight brings comfort. Knowing that there is no strangeness in the moments we spend talking. The laughter is as natural as when we were children. The silence is just as easy.
It is easier to walk our own paths – intentionally or unintentionally – away from each other.
Because the way back and to each other will always be open. Perhaps.
Because in the deepest of each of us is the same person we grew up with. Certainly.
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