with each passing day our friendship grows further apart. we came to a fork in the road and we took separate paths. one went down the sunny beautiful path, one went through a thunderous dark monsoon. now, we are mearly afterthoughts. nothing will ever be the same to what it was once was. the roads are winding further and further apart. were both heading down one way streets on our way to distant memories. will our paths ever cross again? probably. will there be awkwardness and thoughts of the past that bring a smirk to your face? sure. will i get over it? tough to say. i would hope so. thats life i guess. take it with a grain of salt, keep my head high, and proceed down my path. the sun will shine again.