Someone you didn't want to let go, but just drifted
My college roommate. We'll call her Crystal.
Crystal had one of those dynamic personalities that people were drawn to the way flies are drawn to flypaper. She was intelligent, effervescent, spiritually wise and generally fun to be around. We were pretty close the two years we lived together but I wouldn't call us best friends. I think even then I knew better than that. Crystal was the type of person you longed to be around but she didn't necessarily long to be around you. Not that she didn't enjoy your company or value your friendship but she just wasn't needy in that way.
So I wasn't too surprised that once we graduated from college we started to drift. Oh, I tried to do my part to keep the same level of relationship that we experienced in college but those efforts were never reciprocated. Eventually I stopped trying and we drifted even further apart.
Now it's probably been at least a decade since I've spoken to her last. That's not how I wanted it but it's hard to hang on to a boat that's intent on drifting. Sure, you can grasp at the vessel and try to hang on as you wrestle it back to dry land. But after a while, you start to tire from the struggle and inevitably you let go. At that point there's nothing you can do but stand on the shore and watch the boat get smaller and smaller as it inches toward the horizon.
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Well Crystal missed out.
That's the problem with those magnetic personality types. They don't always seem to value friendship as deeply because there's always another friend just around the corner.
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