I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, not really indicated by a sense of duty, nor of obligation. And that, I take it, is the only sort of remembering worth the having. When we think of friends, and call their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save that we love to do it, we content ourselves that friendship is a Reality, and not a Fancy -- that it is built upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.
One day I sat thinking, almost in despair, a hand fell on my shoulder and a voice said reassuringly: cheer up, things could get worse. so I cheered up and, sure enough, things got worse. Isn't it funny how the human brain is designed? Yes, it is, what's funnier is that life is designed in an absurd way. They say that you should forgive your enemies, but why is it always harder to forgive those people dear to you? I once found it really hard to explain; but now I know why. We know that we ought to forgive our enemies; but we do not read that we ought to forgive our friends.
Some birds aren't meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, a part of you flies away with it. I guess I just miss my friend.
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