As we grow older, we must contend with the prospect of loss. It's a natural part of life. People come and go and we lose touch with dear friends. It's sad, but it's also an important part of learning how to move forward.
The worst thing we can do is lament over the past. We can't stay stagnant forever wishing for days gone. Sooner or later, we must get back on our feet and face an uncertain future without them. People never truly disappear anyways. As long as you remember, you'll always carry a piece of them with you.
Still, it's always a regrettable thing when someone you once knew disappears. And that's precisely what happened to one of my good friends. It's one thing to get a girlfriend but once you throw Pokemon Go into the mix, that's game over, man. There's no coming back from that. We haven't exchanged words in weeks.
Every time I think of reaching out, I hesitate because I know that I would never receive anything in reply. To encounter this crushing disappoint would only be an exercise in self-torture. Therefore, it's best for both parties to pretend that the other no longer exists.
He is but a passing existence who only makes cameos in my dreams. I'll wake up and wonder whatever happened and forget about him until his next appearance whenever that may be.
Should I receive some sort of communication from him, I'll treat it a residual echo from the afterlife much like a grieving widow who once in a while catches a glimpse of her beloved. Tis nothing more than a delusion for the reality is that he is dead and buried forever.
Goodbye, dear friend. It was nice knowing you.
