I was going through some old files and found a photograph of someone I once loved. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment at which love stopped, it might have been a gradual drifting apart, or perhaps I simply woke up one morning and realised that there was no longer anything there. There was just a point in time when I became aware of a quiet between us. I stopped talking, so did they.
To look at the photograph again filled me with a sense of bewilderment. How do people drift apart? So many people drift in and out of our lives and as people drift out, why do we let them, if at some point in time we were so attached?
It also got me thinking of my childhood pals, my High School buddies, old colleagues I was close to, guys I once dated and broke my heart. I can barely remember how any of them left or how I might have.
Try this, think about old friends or people in your life you were close to and are no longer there. Was there a great drama at the separation or just a quiet disappearance? Try to write about how you met three people in your life that made an impression and how they stepped out if it.