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Tuesday, December 22, 2009 // 9:27 PM
to reconnect or not to reconnect?

so here's the thing.

once upon a time i had this friend(s). we were close, really. back then we'd spend lots of holidays together. it'd be me, my brother, them, and their parents. i don't know how it happened, but somewhere along the way our parents' friendship was severed. well, particularly our fathers, 'cause they were the college friends in the first place. i remembered my parents telling me in the wake of the severed friendship, that i could still contact my friends, through email or something, but there is very very slim possibility of getting together like we used to again.

so i accepted that fact just because they told me to. but i realised i didn't really do all that. i never kept contact. i never tried to. granted, i was still in grade school back then, so maybe i didn't know any better. though, now i repeatedly wish i did.

but lately, in the midst of this very much digitally interconnected life we live in right now (thanks to facebook and twitter) i somehow found them. and that pang of realisation hit me real hard. i didn't try to save our friendship. i mean we could've, despite the fact that our parents' severed friendship. i let that drag our friendship to severity too.

for weeks now i've been contemplating on trying to reconnect or just let it be. i mean, our status would most probably get stuck on being each other's virtual friends on facebook and each other's twitter followers. it wouldn't bring back what we've had ages ago.

i don't like the idea of severed friendships. especially if it's wasn't because of either of us. we had external forces pulling us apart. so i just sent one of them a message telling them of the circumstances, which i only have recently comprehended. i don't know how it'd turn out. if she happens to think i'm a creep for writing her such bizarre message, then i guess that isn't my luck.

but i think everything's worth a shot. so i took that shot.
whatever happens, i'll just let it happen.
it's better than sitting here leafing through the newfound, dusty images of past times and wondering what could have been.

at least i did something to try and save it.
i think that's enough. at least for now.

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