"Two may talk together under the same roof for many years, yet never really meet; and two others at first speech are old friends." - Mary Catherwood. Sometimes a friendship ends. You grow apart, you have a big fight, etc. I've lost many good friends. Not because of death, but simply because we've grown apart. We don't share the same interests anymore, and we find new friends. I guess that's how it works in life. I can look back at a few friendships I wish I could've tried harder to keep. I'm not saying that I couldn't try today, it's not like they're gone forever. But I know it'll never be the same.
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