Heh... This might seem like a rambling pile of nothingness, but it makes sense in my head. Bear with me, ok?
My best friend, he was like a brother to me. BUT, he let other people rule his life, and in turn destroy it. He used to be a go-geter, right there in the front, up in all the action (like me). Really into the local music scene, hell, even had me teach him to play bass. We grew up together.
Some shit went down with a girl, he started to change. THEN he started dating this one chick, and it just got bad... So, I basically told him, "dude, I'm calling it. Been a good run, but I'm tired now. Have a good'n." He understood, and that was good.
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And, as some others on here, I had the good side of it happen! TWO of my ex gfs that ended on VERY bad terms started talking again (unfortunatly, the married one's husband is a major paranoid douche, and dont understand that a guy and a girl can talk and have a nonsexual relationship, so we dont talk anymore). Apparently, I've not really changed much at all thses past nearly 10 years.
Probably not relevant at all, but what the hell? In a freak co-wink-ee-dink, a very dear frind that I just sort of, fell out of contact with (due to, well, life), popped back up, about a week before they moved. Call it what you will, but if they'd have walked in the store 5 min in either direction, we'd have missed each other, and we'd have never been able to talk to eachother again. I'm pretty happy about that! Snailmail FTFW!