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	<title>Tears Of Moo &#187; Friendship</title>
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		<title>Childhood friendships</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been thinking a lot these days about childhood friendships&#8212; what they provide, how they shape us, and the fond (and occasionally not-so-fond) memories they leave behind. More specifically, I&#8217;ve been thinking about exactly when those childhood friends make the transition from being &#8220;best friend&#8221;&#8212; the person you told all your deepest, darkest secrets, the <a href="http://www.tearsofmoo.com/home/2007/12/23/childhood-friendships/" class="more-link">More &#62;</a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve been thinking a lot these days about childhood friendships&#8212; what they provide, how they shape us, and the fond (and occasionally not-so-fond) memories they leave behind. More specifically, I&#8217;ve been thinking about exactly when those childhood friends make the transition from being &#8220;best friend&#8221;&#8212; the person you told all your deepest, darkest secrets, the one who was closer to you than anybody else, who knew all your faults and loved you anyway&#8212; to becoming merely a &#8220;childhood friend&#8221;, a vague shadow of your past that lingers in the back of your mind but only occasionally rises to the surface, typically with an abundance of emotion, feelings of guilt, and a deep sense of loss.</p>
<p>Even though time and space can still weaken the links of friendship in this digital age, at what point is it that you can no longer refer to someone as your best friend? At what point do you realize that the person you once loved more than yourself is now a stranger? Does that person also look back and wonder when you started to lose touch? Do they even really miss you?</p>
<p>As people grow older, they move on. They form new relationships and, in the busy lives we now lead, they tend to put their older relationships on indefinite hold. There simply is no time to juggle everything. Nobody can really be blamed when an old friendship begins to fade. And even though you may torment yourself with wondering what you may have done to salvage what was once the most important thing in the world to you, the truth is that it&#8217;s almost impossible to stay close when you&#8217;re both so far away, and both so very busy. The only thing left, it seems, is to savor the bittersweet memories of those you once loved, hope for their happiness, and cherish the time you have with those you love now.</p>
<p>Letting go and saying goodbye may be one of the most difficult things in the world, and it is with pain and a heavy heart that I finally allow myself to let go of my past and fully embrace my future.</p>
<p>I wish you the best of happiness, dearest comrade. I hope you know how much I cared about you. Even though I&#8217;m sure we will still speak every now and then, I know we will never be as close as we once were, and for that I am deeply sorry. Please, don&#8217;t forget about me. I certainly have never forgotten about you.</p>
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