It was my friendâ€™s birthday yesterday. There are friends who you remember when you see them, there are a few who you forget once you part, and then there are those really rare ones who you cant forget even years later.
She is such a friend. I have not seen or heard from her in the past nine years, but year after year, I think of her on her birthday. I am sure she has changed a lot by now, but for me, she is still that 15-year-old girl, and that is how she is going to remain for the rest of my life.
If I could go back and change my life, I would have made sure that we were friends, and had remained in touch. Unfortunately, I do not know where she is, what she is doing and I am sure that she does not remember me at all. But, I have passed that point where I measure the difference between the love and friendship that I give and receive. The fact that she was a good friend is all I need to remember her. That is a good enough reason to wish her a happy birthday every year.
Happy Birthday, Teena.
PS: The post was delayed, not the thought.
The picture is not of my friend, but of a person who resembles my friend.