She fell away from me
Differently from the others
I sat watching as pieces
Fell apart then together
As she struggled earnestly
And sometimes gave up
Exhausted from the trying
She had found and built
Something solid finally
A plan, a person, a life full
So many smiles and laughs
So much beauty and love
My heart burst for her
And selfishly broke for me
Life is a balance of old and new
Sometimes we are bookmarks
Left holding pages
That everyone else has turned
Friendships. They change over time. You are either fully let it when it begins to change or you become one of those… yeah we were good friends once kinda friends.
I’ll take them both ways. It seems I am the “we were good friends once” type of friends.
HASTYWORDS 
What is good when it is good is still good even when time has changed it to something else. “We were good friends once.” is the true thing when paths have diverged. Maybe it is a “Baby and Bathwater” kind of thing.
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This reminds me of a song,
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
HASTY – Friendships change
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Love the bookmark metaphor. Am re-blogging.
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We are but bookmarks in others stories, as they are in ours, as our destinies winds along their own separate paths. But when a bookmark tumbles out of an old book pristine and unwrinkled, things are unforgotten, it is like a gasp of breath from another century.
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