Monday, August 13, 2007

Unchanging

I am unchanging, in a world full of change.

I forget that other people change.

That relationships not tended, don't remain the same, but instead can wither on the vine.

But I, strangely, don't feel that way.

If I were to get a call from someone I hadn't spoken to in 10 years we would pick right up.

I only realize that sometimes other people don't think and feel that way.

They feel that too much time has passed.

That they have changed too much.

Or perhaps they don't know how much I remember them.

Or the hours we'd spend chatting.

I am, and have considered myself to be for some years,

A collector of other people's stories.

I may not recognize someone's face, but if they begin to tell me there story I will remember them.

And so I'm easily transported back in time, with a simple IM, a phone call, a letter.

And the years fade away.

And memories return.


And I'm happy because I've found a lost friend, and I dive right back in!

And I don't always realize that maybe we aren't really friends anymore.

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