As the Little Prince learned from the fox – if you let someone become special to you, you’ll find there’s a cost: there’s pain when they’re no longer there. And yet, what would life be without those special connections we … Continue reading
Last night I started rewatching Stranger Things – which is a strange thing in itself. Not only is this something I just never ever do, but when I started watching it I wasn’t even sure I’d want to carry on … Continue reading
Again I catch myself doing it: saying the thing that will win me coolness points, the thing that will make me part of the gang, the thing that will make the people I’m talking to look at me with affection … Continue reading
An old friend is looking for you, I’m told. A friend from back in the day… But the me of then – she’s not around any more. I hardly know her. I remember some things about her, and when I … Continue reading
I just wrote a poem about online friendships. In tears.
they tell me it’s not real
they say these friendships aren’t the same as
face to face,
meeting for coffee, being in
these tears I cry today are real
as are you, the friend who has just…
it is easier to vanish
in the online world
and I will probably never know
and you, my friend
will never know
what a very real hole you left
in my heart
I wish you well, and I will miss you.
© Meirav M. 2016
thinking about friendships quite a lot right now. various situations, varying types and degrees of painfulness. and the thread that weaves through it all is something like this: what if they can’t be there for me in the way that … Continue reading
I was talking with a friend recently about the process we go through in letting people into our lives, allowing them glimpses of what we’re really like on the inside – he prefers to be cautious with new people, testing … Continue reading
I’ve left Facebook. Oh, but how will you keep in touch with all those friends? I’m not convinced that I really was. What does being “friends” with someone on Facebook really mean? It means that one of you clicked on … Continue reading
hardest is watching
someone you love
struggle and struggle and struggle and you just know
that there’s nothing you can say to help.
they already know all that stuff, the things you think of saying, but they know it on a theoretical level and it’s not going to sink into their hearts just by you saying this stuff again and again.
so you watch, and you weep, and you hope for the day
when they’ll have peace at last
and it’s not likely to come through anything you say.