I’m still working through my books. I’m up to 319 so far, with at least another 100 or so to go. (Where did they all come from?) I’m taking time to look at each book, to see what sort of condition it is in, etc. Well, I just picked up Pier’s Anthony’s And Eternity, book seven in his Incarnations of Immortality series. Inside was an inscription from a the person who gave it to me, let’s call her Marion, who was at one time a very, very good friend. We had a falling out over a guy, let’s call him Smilely, and we have hardly spoken to each other in almost nine years. She was married recently, to someone who I have known for a long time, but to who I also hardly speak to anymore.

I wish we had remained friends. Sure, there were days when she drove me nuts because she wouldn’t stop talking, but now I miss it. We had a lot in common, and we had a lot of fun together. I remember going to see the Rocky Horror Show when it came to Hamilton Place years ago. (I was dressed up as Magenta.) I remember running around Toronto when we went to model parliament and the Current Affairs Conference. It was stupid to let a guy come between us, especially one that wasn’t really a good person anyway.

To much has happened over the years for us to really become friends again. The last time I saw her, she had changed so much. She is so quiet now, and just… different. Too bad there is no going back.

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1 Responses to Remembering

  1. kat says:

    Sometimes change is a healthy thing and can make for a better friendship. I’m finding that out now! Wouldn’t hurt to just write a little note! 😉