A Real Friend Never Forgets

Dear Lovely Ladies,

Sometimes I ask myself where all the time has gone. I stand there mortified at the number of hours I've spent investing my precious resources into people that are no longer at my side. I feel foolish knowing that I cared so much only to let them use me and forget me. There may be a few ounces of pride in my body that don't allow me to reach out to those I used to consider my dearest friends. However, knowing that fact doesn't change my decision to stay away.

I've managed to keep two close friends after college and even they appear to be getting farther and farther away from me, like bottles out at sea. Both of them are off on travels at the moment and I'm left here wondering where I went wrong.

A real friend never forgets your existence. They don't go days without checking in on you to see if you're okay. I say this because I think it's mature to reflect, to see what kind of friend we've become. After a while those that do care will stop caring if you don't reciprocate the same consideration.

The truth is that we all want to be loved the way we love others. No one wants to admit it, but I'll be the first to say it. I know it's true in every bone in my body. I'm tired of giving and not getting anything back.

As sad as all of this may sound, it's meant to be far from it. Think of it as a message with a call to reflect on friendships and relationships, old, new and present.

Sincerely Yours,

The Refined Lady

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