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Good times.. just for memories?

My two cousins were very close to me. We have shared good times together. Us four: me, my sis and they both brothers. But, now we all have parted our own ways. We four have settled in our own different lives. Maybe I am a very sensitive person deep down. I cannot keep a block in keeping contact with people who have been a major part of my life. Be it my best friend from school or anyone else.
So yes, I try to remain in touch with them. But this very thought which comes to every person now and then is, "They do not text us, why should we?". And this makes me sad. I show my angst by saying, "You do not miss me?" But the truth is, even if I say that, they are not going to text me next.  It is still going to be me. So it is just better if I avoid that thought. Maybe, we hold a significant place in our hearts for some people but some do not have the same for us. Or maybe, everyone is just too busy to reminiscence their past, which is of course expected from all of us. After all, what is there to think about old times? What good is it?
But, being in touch is one thing I expect from them. One day I ll be also too busy to call them up on my own. What then? Do the special times mean nothing? Are they just supposed to be what they are,"memories"?

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  1. ʞɐ14 June 2015 at 12:23

    Life happens sometimes.
    I have been there. We weren't that close, but we used to meet every once a month talk each week. But after they got married, we talk on birthdays or anniversaries. -_-

    But I guess, people will come around, in time perhaps! After all, what we have is each other, right?

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