frustrating messages and my response to them.

I'm not good at accepting the fact that I just can't be friends with some people any more.

I keep dragging along these places and memories and experiences behind me... like lugging around suitcases of parkas and sweaters if you're living in Napa Valley.

You just can't do it.

Because, see, dragging around those suticases is going to stop you from, say, surfing. Or taking long walks on the beach, or being an appraochable member of society. You cannot afford to miss out on these things.

Don't think that I am dehumanizing people that I know, or by any means am devaluing who they are and how much they mean to me.

I'm not talking about these people, my incredible friends and loves, in themselves.

I'm talking about the connection I have. The desire that just won't fade. The want to stay close and be close and live close when that's really not possible.

You just can't have a billion friends.

Facebook lies.

Actually, relationships take time, and outpouring of souls and did I mention time?

Investment. Care. Growth.


And honestly, all the sweaters and parkas are getting gross in that suitcase. And my arms are getting tired.





...



It's okay to let people go.


And doing that doesn't mean that you don't love them.



Eventually, I have to swallow the lump in my throat and accept the fact that love changes. Because we change.

...And that's okay.