Tuesday, August 30, 2011
I guess if there can be no communication, there can be no real friendship. Perhaps that is what I am mourning now. The death of a friendship - one that meant a lot to me - but, apparently not to him. I guess I shall go through the grieving process and eventually come to terms with it somehow. But a death of something is a loss that never really goes away. A vestige of it always remains. It is not something I will ever "get over." Perhaps the root of the disappointment is that we never really were friends at all. Although he told me we were, perhaps he didn't know what friendship really was. I took him at his word. Perhaps I should have read between the words and the lines. May be he only has interests and not truly friends. Perhaps there was more mis-communication than communication during our "friendship," and now I'm left disappointed, bewildered, and confused. Perhaps . . .