Where did all my good friends go?

Today I was asked if I had good friends at all.

Good friends.

As a kid, friends didn’t come in easy for me. And the ritual continues, I still have less friends.

Where did all my good friends go?

Of all the handful of friends I have had till date, I have lost contact with almost all of them; those who I seldom talk to are few. Very few. And then there are those who I talk to on a daily basis.

Having said that, each one holds a dear, dear place in my heart. I miss them, remember the memories we shared together.

However, is it really that necessary to have a friend who calls you every now and then to check up on you? Or rather, do you have to do this or have someone else do it for you to qualify as “good friends”?

    Friendship is much deeper than that! It’s how you support a person on the good days and the bad days, how you maneuver them/ chide them when they are wrong so on and so forth.

    My point is, no certain “milestones” describes the level and depth of your friendship. Each friendship is unique.

    I don’t know if I have or had good friends, all I know is that each friend has played a crucial role in my life and they’re all special.

    Not all friendships are meant to last forever. Memories of that friendship are eternal, forever burned in the back of the mind- to cherish, to reminisce.

    -Misbah.

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    2 thoughts on “Where did all my good friends go?

    1. This feels sad. You always have a friend besides you who is just a text or call away. You’re not alone. ❤ Love you.

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