How did the former good friends drift away?

Last night, I received a short message from a strange number, which was an invitation to attend the wedding and signed "your soul mate".

I looked puzzled and many people flashed through my mind. It occurred to me that there are many ingenious solutions to math problems. It turned out to be her.

She was my best friend in high school. She is very good-looking and sits in front of me. She is the representative of Britain. I couldn't recite the text, so she secretly put a tick behind my name. I never buy an eraser because she will cut her own in half and give me a piece.

I was sick when I was a child, and I was short when I entered high school. I have been bullied by boys and have no friends. So she is very important to me, and the friendship she gave me is my lifeline.

At that time, I gave 100% of my strength to treat her, and everything I did for her was devoted. Two people walked along the road from early morning to dusk, and then went home by car, and passed her 17 years old together.

We walk, eat and study together. I help her with her math and she helps me with my English. As long as she is alone, I don't have to integrate into this world.

We regard each other as soul mates, although there are not so many endless topics and secrets, even if we just accompany each other quietly, it is also very beautiful.

None of us want to let go of anyone, and we must pester each other willfully for life.

It's a pity that we didn't get into the same university as expected, and it takes three hours to find her by train every time. It is difficult for us to get together to eat, study and travel.

After I went to college, it was difficult for my feelings with her to remain the same, because our feelings could never be conveyed by telephone, and the once close relationship gradually alienated or even opposed.

I can't even believe that just because I talked about the internet speed and canteen when I went to study in her university library, I was considered to look down on her school.

At that moment, my tears swirled in my eyes.

After entering junior year, I seldom went to see her, but as long as she asked me for help, I basically went to help without thinking, but I often felt thankless.

She asked me to revise her graduation thesis again and again, and I stayed up all night looking for information. She seems to think it's nothing, but she just doesn't like my slow speed.

I ran around looking for a job. I can't find a place to live at the railway station, and she won't modify the photos of the exam registration and come to me again. I asked her to wait for me to settle down before going to the internet cafe to change. Before I finished, I heard her blurt out, "Forget it, I'll find someone else." She looks impatient.

After a few times like this, my heart became cold. I didn't want to change anything deliberately, and I didn't blame her. I just think it's good that we're all being ourselves.

A hedge between keeps friendship green. I didn't understand it before, but later it was a sentence that I regarded as a standard.

Close friends are drifting away, which is a kind of helplessness that we can't escape when we grow up.

You look at the names of people who praise you, but you can't remember their faces, and because you didn't participate, you couldn't understand the message and didn't know how to ask.

What worries me is not that I don't want to say it, but that there are fewer and fewer opportunities to say it, because I can't communicate face to face and some emotions can't be empathetic. Crying on your shoulder, even if it's just sobbing in a low voice, is better than comforting the flashing behind the screen.

You chose different majors, went to different places, met different people and things, and gained different experiences.

You no longer share the same sunny day and the same rainstorm, read the same book, listen to songs with the same pair of headphones, sit in the same darkness and watch the same movie, and laugh or cry at will.

One day, when you are walking home, you see the sunset is beautiful, and the strong colors are like a classic oil painting. You are excited to share with each other, but no matter what kind of filter you use, you can't reproduce the beauty as it is, and the language is too pale.

As time goes by, when everyone begins to have their own goals in life, and the life circles become less and less overlapping, many people gradually drift away.

15 years old, you are naive and full of pride, saying that you will always be together until we die apart. Today, you still have no regrets, but you still sigh, and the past cannot be mentioned again.

Many times, it is not time but distance that defeats sincere feelings.

Feng Lun once said a principle of communication. In a person's life, the number of contacts is 10-30-60.

In times of crisis, no more than 10 people can borrow money.

There are no more than 30 people who often deal with each other and do something, including the above-mentioned 10 people.

The outermost circle is the so-called acquaintance, that is, calling to remember this person and know his background. Up to 60 people, including the 30 people mentioned above.

In other words, when a person grows up, it is inevitable to wave goodbye to some friends selectively.

Between friends, when the component of "one-way charity" is greater than "mutual understanding and guidance, and mutual help for growth", how much the disadvantaged party pays to submit to humiliation and please can only make their situation more and more embarrassing.

Friendship is similar to love, and the spiritual level is equally indispensable. The reason why you and I are drifting away is because when I was talking about enterprise management, you discounted the search mall; When I was talking about workplace resources, you were gossiping about the charm of your colleagues; You don't understand my jokes, but you treat my tragedy as a joke?

Many things we talk about are wrong, because our values are different, and the differences between us are not officially revealed in the super homogeneous campus.

It's as if I finally saw the Yellow River and hit the south wall, and I clearly saw the answer. I turned to you, only to find that I had already run counter to you. I can only archive our past and continue to look for new travel companions.

If I can't find it, I will always walk alone in the dark.

Every time I listen to Eason Chan's Best Bad Friend in the dead of night, I can't help but want to cry. "Being pushed to go with the flow, the stranger in the coming year is the closest XXX yesterday."

Vows about friendship are sometimes even more absurd than love. Once you thought this person was your best friend in this life, and you were willing to become a person and vowed to be together at the age of 80. Today, I am no different from a stranger.

What's more cruel is that the good friends of my school days, although drifting away, can still warm their memories when they meet again. Those who push a cup with you after work betray and betray you just for a little fame and fortune.

Time flies, we are all moving on with our lives, accustomed to not receiving chat messages every day, and accustomed to the familiar figure that dinner no longer appears.

Everything in life is hard to last, and so is friendship. I will always remember the moment when you gave me your heart and protect it.

Love is like a lonely boat just leaving the coast, drifting away and rusting. May you win everything.