How do you describe the relationships between all the human beings? I have been having several revelations lately, and I have realized that, though I consider myself a people’s person, I actually know nothing about those surrounding me and that the majority sometimes bore me to death. They bore me to the point that I totally forget if I ever had a connection with them.
They say that best friends are there forever, best friends are there for you in your worst moments, they are there to make you smile when you are sad. Did someone ever tell you that even your best friend for years can become just another person on the planet?
Take as example the relationship between two best friends. There is an invisible tunnel connecting the two of them. And what builds this tunnel is the flow of similar thoughts, interests, etc. At the beginning, it is just a traffic jam of information: some pieces of the puzzle manage to get to one end, others get stuck in the middle, but they will arrive at the destination successfully anyways.
Two best friends go out for a drink, a movie, and they just won’t shut up for 5 hours and when they finally get home, they realize that they did not finish saying everything and they pick up the phone and call each other. They will text each other when they are at work or at school, when they wake up and before they fall asleep. There is a 24 hours connection between them, no matter the distance. One day together will never be enough for these two best friends.
However, on a rainy, sad depressing day, one of them will call. And the other one will let the voicemail run and will stare at the phone thinking “Oh, I don’t feel like listening to her/him again. I am too tired.” And the other one will not understand. And she/he will keep on calling and calling and calling. They will go out again and they will have moments of silence. Before, these would be normal, now they are awkward. One of them will drink the coffee faster or will fake an urgent call from their mother. He/she will leave the cafeteria feeling guilty, knowing that there is something wrong, and that there is no way back.
And one will ask the other “Is there something wrong with you? I need to know… You know you can trust me. I am your BEST FRIEND.” And that is the moment the tunnel just breaks in half. The other one will blame it on stress: school, work, parents, and love problems. However, it is not the truth. Slowly they will have separate lives. They will text each other once a week, just to ask “How are you?” It does not come from the heart anymore. They are just acquaintances right now.
However, one of them will shred tears when the other one is leaving. He will suffer seeing that old friend walking through the airport gate, driving away in that bus, walking out his door. And what is he supposed to do now? Fold his feelings, put them in a box and send them on the same plane?
The tunnel broke first, and then his heart. Friends come and go everyday.
Forever yours. Forever mine. Forever here to share what is good and what is bad. Forever in your shadow, no matter the distance. Where there was a tunnel, ruins will remain. And we can rebuild it, piece by piece, stone by stone, memory by memory. For each tear that dried my skin when I turned my back, one step closer I will get to you. 1882 miles apart.
For someone who I cherish.
For someone who I love.
For someone who will never know.
