The Life and Times of S

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So last night, as I lay alone in my bed, I wondered. About flowers. I tried to figure out if I had a favourite flower. Turns out, I don't. I just like flowers that are white. Any flower in white, is my favourite flower.

One thing led to another. Flowers led to dates. Dates led to people who've asked me out on dates. There aren't that many to begin with. But needless to say, I turned them all down. I thought of the first and how great our friendship was, even after I turned him down. And then we drifted apart. Suddenly, almost. And how much I missed our friendship. How much I missed the good times we had. The walks we went for. The laughs we shared.

And then suddenly, I thought about all those friends, who I've drifted apart from. The more recent onces actually. And I came up with a number. 3. And what is common among all those was that they're all men and they all just stopped talking to me, or in general being my friend, almost all of a sudden.

Each of them, would always want to hang out, or go for a walk, or for lunch, or email constantly, and make me laugh. And then after a few months, they just stopped returning my emails or my phone calls. Started to turn down my invitations. For anything and everything.

And the other thing common amongst them all, is that they never gave me a reason. Until I, months later, asked them why. Until it had been too late to rekindle the friendship that had been.

Too late for me to tell each one of them, that I missed them. Missed their friendship. Missed their company. Missed the way they made me laugh. Each in their own ways.

And now, its simply too late. And simply too awkward. Every time I run into one of them.

That had to be the way it ended, I guess.
And thats just too bad.

posted by S @ 12:04 PM