Moving On, Moving Away

Why move? I think it’s good to explain.

Well, a year and a half ago boy and girl meet. Boy and girl hit it off immediately and talk. And talk. And talk. Just about every day for hours on end. At one point, he even calls her his best friend. And they continue talking. But soon she mysteriously starts to get edgy. Arguments and weird withdrawals start to crop up, stumping him. Even though it’s always patched over in the end, things get progressively worse. There are several spells of silence and periods of ignoring each other (of which there is ample opportunity for, seeing that they attend the same cell and service). The longest stint lasts for over a month. Admittedly, most are initiated by her. But he is adamant about being friends (just friends, mind you). And once she stops sulking, she’s his friend again. And they get along well and have a good time. But she grows progressively unhappier. Her reasoning that at least she still has him as a friend withers and dies. And then two Sundays ago, in the middle of a routine telephone conversation, she suddenly hears herself saying “I don’t see our friendship as one of those that last a lifetime. I don’t want to keep it as we move on to different phases of our lives.” And she hangs up soon after in tears. Since then, she hasn’t spoken to him. And she’s moved her blog away. To here.