104 - How friendships fade away

There is someone in my class that I used to be fairly good friends with. Not good per se, but we talked. Our school is located on a high hill, and I remember how we used to walk down together every day after school. We were able to communicate, we were able to share some laughs, talk about different aspects of our lives and enjoy each other's company or conversation. I remember how we talked about girls, I remember telling them about some of my personal secrets, I remember how we grew to respect each other and trust each other. I remember we were friends.

It's funny how friendships fade without you even knowing it.

I don't know what happened to my friendship with him. I don't think he cares about me anymore. He looks at me each day in passing, and I glance at him in class. He seems to be doing well. He seems to be happy. But we have nothing to do with each other. We don't know how each other's lives are really going, we don't know what we each had for lunch, or what our life philosophies are, or how our families are doing, or which girl we like in that way, or what we have planned for the future.

Many times, I get inspiration for this blog from my classmates. And for each time, I wonder if the people that inspire me actually read my posts, if they actually notice that this blog refers to them.

It's funny how what I've said here can actually apply to two people. I used to call them the two 'leaders' of the class. They were the people that seemed to stand out, the people I looked to for help in my early days of being in this school. They're both incredibly smart, and applied to top universities in the world. They achieve well, have no bad relationships with people, obedient towards their parents.

They're both very different, but I respect them very much 'til this day. It makes me feel like I'm not good enough to be their friend.

And I hate how friendships disappear in the blink of an eye.