Here we are. It's Saturday, the sky is clear and lovely, it's cold out finally, and I am getting ready to go to work. We're doing a wedding tonite for a former employee, a guy I was really close to for years. Nothing romantic or whatnot, just good pals. He's five years younger than me and has grown into a wonderful artist. He drew 2 of my tattoos, a cup of steaming coffee and a kiwi with a halo.
So the thing is, we gradually grew apart, fell away, maybe? that slow but steady thing that happens sometimes. It may have started when he began seeing a mutual friend and they became completely wrapped up in each other... was that it? It's got me to thinking about those friendships, the ones that slow and stop, for good reasons, bad reasons, or no real reasons at all.