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To my friends ...

When it comes to friendships, I'm someone who lives only in the present. My friendships have always been the people around me or with me in the place where I currently live in. When you hear this, you might think if isn't this common ... 


But unlike many, I don't usually bring up my old friends with me, when I move in to a new place. To make it more clear, I could not keep up my old friendships, without losing the touch or tenderness intact. I don't even take any effort for that too, like meet them, call them or even text them ... 

It's actually not because of the lack of interest in them. They might be the ones who have been with me through my joys and sorrows. Might have done so many things together.


It's not a matter of lack of interest of love for them ; though I don't know the reason, I just can't prepare my mind or body to keep up my contact with them, atleast by texting them often ...

Sometimes, when some sorrows overwhelm the mind, or some happiness rushes into the mind, it feels like running into them. When I see some jokes and trolls that can be shared and laughed only with them, I feel the urge to go to them and share it at least through a message.


But, I won't ! I feel like, why should I barge into their privacy, new spaces, new joys, new times or new bustles. Feels like, let them live in their own happiness ...

By saying this, I don't mean that I literally don't have any connections from my past life. I do have a few. But, I don't deserve to take any credit on that. I should say that it is only because of their own efforts to keep in touch with me, and not mine !


They're the ones with biggest hearts, who walk up to me, regardless of my inhibitions or insecurities ! Thanks to them ... You guys indeed have a great tolerence level and love for me !!

This is for you, my old friends ... (perhaps for my new ones too ...) 
It is not because I am an ungrateful, unloving, malicious creature or a hard heart that I do not reach you ... nor because I forgot you in the rushes here, at my new place ; It's because I'm an imperfect human being with such flaws ... ! I hope I'll be better some day ... !


Wishing you all to have a good day.

Thanking you :) 
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