It’s sad really. People rust. they evaporate. They slowly erase. And we wonder what happened. Was it our fault or theirs? Did we neglect the friendship or did they no longer need what we had to give? The boys, the girls. One day their names will begin with, ‘you know, what’s her name.’ It’s tough when you realize that the nurture of relationships is constantly evolving, despite every attempt you make to make it last. To live in love. To freeze people in memory. The rest of life will be a continuous series of beginnings, of handshakes and text avoidance.