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Strange how people can float in and out of your lives. Some by choice; others not. But all hold a certain seat on your raft which drifts down river.
I've had a several friends and associates come and go, and for whatever reasons, we meet again. There's an ex-school mate of mine who continually sends e-mail "forwards." I hate these because they do not offer any form of real communication; however, I think the person who sends them honestly figures they are "communicating," even on a shallow level.
And then there are those who drift around the periphery, on the outside looking in, so to speak. Instead of re-establishing communication, they have their own raft to watch how you're paddling your own boat. Kind of creepy, I must say. Almost voyeuristic in nature. Makes you wonder what's roaming through their heads if they don't at least say "hi." Like peeking through drawn curtains.
In any case, all how have and will pass through my life in one capacity or another will always be remembered, for the good or bad. It's hard for me to hold malice against someone who I like/loved in the past IF we parted on good terms. Though I'm good-hearted, I never be friends with this person, however, I will at least be friendly.
So to all you drifters out there; don't expect life to stand still while you're away. Our rafts keep a-drifting down river...and you may not be able to catch up with it.
elusive dragonfly
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