Sometimes friendships are necessary to lose. It sounds crazy, I know...but when you come to a point where life pulls you in one direction and friends (even ones you love) go in another, it's necessary to choose. I've had to do this is my life.
It felt like a breakup. A bad bad breakup. I loved these friends, but it was in my best interest to move in the opposite direction, and if I hadn't, I don't think I'd be married to the love of my life with two unbelievable children right now. Life handed me a choice, and I chose the path less traveled. It was painful, devastating at times, but I don't have a single regret.
Fast forward ten years and the social network boom has made it possible to reconnect...see where our chosen roads have taken us...learn little things about each other all over again. There is an element of intense satisfaction in finding these long lost friends...and then there's the mourning. Watching them in relationships, wondering who they are now, seeing them get married, all those familiar faces...and not being a part of it. Satisfaction in seeing them so happy, and a mourning that you have lost your place in sharing that overwhelming joy with them. It's bittersweet for sure.
It's not likely that those friends will ever read this, but if they do...I'd want them to know that I still have love in my heart for them. I still want to see the best for them, in every area of their life, at every age. I'd want them to know how much I miss them and the good times we had...because there were so many.