Q: Chih chih, I thought Muslims were Pakistanis.

I thought about you today. I may never cross your mind off late, but that’s okay. You were my close friend. I used ‘were’ because our relationship today will not reflect my definition of a close friend relationship. We became apart, first physically, then slowly emotionally. The distance formed a void that no one bothered to fill.

Some friendships dissolve just like that for no apparent reason. Like that one orange Airborne pill, it disappears when in contact with water. No one tried to keep in touch, and no one cared to question why. Eventually, I stopped talking about you. I guess we hardly meet our friends who know us. Even so, I doubt I would ever talk about you then.

I am not saying that it’s your fault. If it is, I am equally worth the blame. Perhaps I’ve lost interest, or had better things to do. We’ve simply moved to greener pastures, places that held such importance to us and our futures. In this lifetime, our hunger for success is driven by social expectations. None choose to remain their old selves; let it be a memory of what once was, one of naivety and impulsion. We were loud, selfish fools.  

I believe the air will stale with awkwardness when we meet again. The only way to clear it is to be ‘adults’. We’ll talk, yet we both know it’s no longer the same. We’ll shake on it, and sweep the ill feelings under the rug at least away from other friends’ sights. At least I am glad that we’ve graced each other’s life once upon a time.

Pretty love,
Vonnie S.