Used To

There are so many people in my life who reappear once in a while who I used to consider friends. I used to not be able to imagine life without them. Now, when I speak to them or run into them, it is a bittersweet reunion.

Lately, possibly because of my increased sobriety, I have been feeling quite melancholy about such events. Friends passing through your life, some never to be seen again, only fondly remembered, whereas others seem to just grow away from you even though you still do the same things.

It brings to mind the ever present questions, what is wrong with me? Not that I think anything is, but it is sad to say goodbye.