Insane how people and company who I’ve once felt so at home with can feel so strange to me now. I don’t mean that they are completely foreign concepts altogether, I just think that it’s amazing what a little time apart can do. Sure, the warmth is still there, and the laughter finds ways to come through. But it’s different now. At times, we can pick up right where we left off. Laughing, fooling around, messing with each other like the mental storage room sustaining all our inside jokes could fit more in as it bulged precariously. Other times, there is a huge bridge over our attempted connection. Crossing it seems to take so much more effort than one can imagine, and that’s what saddens me. Of course I wish it weren’t this way, that I wouldn’t feel that tiny inch of tension creeping into our short pauses or spans of silences. I can’t ask for everything to stay the same forever, and given that, it is more than natural to begin seeing (be it positive or negative) developing and self discovering. I just hope that in the process of all this mental, emotional, and physical growth of not just myself, but everyone I know and care about, we don’t start to lose ourselves along the way.