Sometimes, life feels like a book. Each person you meet, each relationship, each date, each friendship, each mistake, each triumph ...they all mark new chapters, like in a book. It’s weird, but I’ve been thinking about the job I left, and how all that drama, all those people, the stress over my boss, just mean nothing, now. It’s almost like it never happened. I’ll still stay in touch with the friends that I made there, but it’s strange how one day, you’re complaining about the people you work with, and two weeks later, you’ll never see them again. Or very often.
My grandmother who I spent so much time with, died a few years ago. One day we were talking and laughing together, and then... we weren’t. Same with ex boyfriends. And friendships that are done. Someday, my parents will be gone. The memories will be there, but they won’t be.
It’s like, all those fights with my dad will be nothing. Will have meant nothing at that point. All that time wasted arguing with him. We are good now, but still. I have regrets.
My husband and I will likely move and all the neighbors will be distant memories, as well.
Like chapters in a book, even you reading this, will become a chapter. I’ll say “that person seemed nice or funny,” and RF will take a chapter in my life. It’s just weird albeit in a good way, to realize how many people you pass in your life, some more impactful than others. My friends, my dear sweet friends, who seem to have my back, might move on someday, and they’ll say “I once knew this girl, Deidre.” I hope they say good things.
And, I’ll be a chapter in their book.
My grandmother who I spent so much time with, died a few years ago. One day we were talking and laughing together, and then... we weren’t. Same with ex boyfriends. And friendships that are done. Someday, my parents will be gone. The memories will be there, but they won’t be.
It’s like, all those fights with my dad will be nothing. Will have meant nothing at that point. All that time wasted arguing with him. We are good now, but still. I have regrets.
My husband and I will likely move and all the neighbors will be distant memories, as well.
Like chapters in a book, even you reading this, will become a chapter. I’ll say “that person seemed nice or funny,” and RF will take a chapter in my life. It’s just weird albeit in a good way, to realize how many people you pass in your life, some more impactful than others. My friends, my dear sweet friends, who seem to have my back, might move on someday, and they’ll say “I once knew this girl, Deidre.” I hope they say good things.
And, I’ll be a chapter in their book.
