Some days haunt me but I can never reach back to the past to make amends here and there. Life is not a game where you can just reload at a checkpoint and choose different outcomes. I forget this, always, but I must presevere.
Anyway, I miss my friends. At some point they just seem to dwindle away, trying to avoid you. I realize I was never the warm fuzzy one with a handful smiles in my pocket or a ray of sunshine, but at least I feel like I am needed. As a friend, whatever that means. Is this because I got married?
Secretly I suspect that everyone feels lonely and unable to reach out as much, with social andwork obligations crashing down too much on them. So I take solace in this presumption of mine, all the while missing everyone.
Or maybe C’est la vie, right?
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