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When a friend becomes a stranger.

63.

Hello my loves, I started writing this post whilst on the bus and then on my break, there was no inspiration to it, it just sorted happened, I wrote it without thinking so it more than likely doesn't make any sense. But I hope you enjoy it, the randomness of it at least

Over the past few days I've been talking to a lovely girl who I've kinda known since I was 16 yet never actually spoke too. We had quite a few mutual friends yet for some reason never hung out, I don't even think we've had a five minute conversation just smiles and hellos. It's crazy because she's such a lovely person so hopefully now we will meet properly sometime :) 

The reason I'm telling you this is because it got me thinking about how  in life we build friendships, some have longevity and some don't but for how ever long that individual is apart of your life they can mean so much to you. They can help you through the toughest times and bring a freshness that maybe you need. Ive had a lot of people who have done this for me.

It makes me sad to think that time can cause distance with some of those people. How many people do you sometimes bump into who you haven't seen in years and it's like they are a complete stranger? In ways they are because you have no idea what they have been doing or what has been going on with them in that time you haven't been around but they are still that person who were close too, they still have the personality they always had but for some reason there's a barrier, on both sides. But then again we can bump into someone we haven't seen in years and it's like there's been no distance at all, conversation picks up where it was left. Are those the 'real' friendships? Or are they just people who you are more comfortable with? 

There are so many people Id love to see again but I'm a different person now, they are different. We've all grown up. I'll admit I'm a pretty awkward person anyway so maybe it's just me who feels like this, I'm not sure. But I just feel that with some, it would be difficult to pick up where we left off, as if so much has happened with our lives there's no clear starting point for a conversation.

I love thinking back and having little nostalgic moments to myself. I love remembering memories that make me laugh again and smile, I shouldn't really because sometimes they can make me a little sad but aren't we all guilty of doing it? I see my 16 year old self and 17 year old self and each year after that as a different person to the person I am currently, I'm sure in a year or so I'll think back to me now and think the same. I see those versions of myself as individuals who keep living the same year over and over again while this 24 year old version of myself is progressing through life. My goodness loves if I could meet those younger versions of myself the advise I would give them is mammoth! 

How do you see yourselves from the past? And those friendships that meant so much but now are a pocket of memories in your mind? 

(I'm sorry for this rambling post) 

Much love 
Beth xxx 

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