Change

It's funny how you're seemingly looking at recent photos of friends and acquaintances, and yet all you see at the back of your mind are images of the last time you saw them - like those memories of your last silly games; memories of your heart-to-heart talks; not to mention the infantile and petty fights; or your innocent, idealistic childhood promises and dreams.

Years have passed since I lost touch with them. I wonder what they could have been through all those time. Networking sites have sprouted like seeds, trying to bridge those years of silence. And yet why do I feel that even thru one easy click of a button, it doesn't really re-connect us to one another? So near, yet so far.

I wonder if the next time I bump into them, all will still be like it was before. How do they call it? "Making up for lost time"? Will we still share the same crazy jokes? Will we still be finishing each other's sentences? Most importantly, will they ever remember our bond that we swore to keep one fine day, in the middle of peanuts and soda; until we get old and grey?

Simply put - with or without me, people have grown up. Each has moved on with their life. It just saddens me that I was not there to witness the journey of what they have become now. I keep asking myself, what went wrong along the way that we lost each other? Their world doesn't revolve around me. That I know. But how I wish I could keep them just the way they were before. You know... same silly games, heart-to-heart talks, reminiscing childhood memories and dreams, and making new ones.

I have not changed. I hope somewhere, somehow they will know that.

Maybe I'm just starting to feel my age.

Maybe it's just me.

Maybe not.