If one day all of us just stopped talking to each other
or
If one day all of us died
or
if one day all of us mysteriously disappeared,
Well then there would be no physical evidence
of us ever having been friends.
Sure there are online chat groups, but those can easily be lost
in the hundreds of millions of groups found online.
Not to mention you'd have to go out of your way
to find it.
So if one day the worst came to pass
and all of us just stopped, well who's to say we ever
really were to begin with?
No photos to sadly look back on with a melancholic smile on our faces.
No notes that brought back memories of simpler times.
No silly group accessory that clearly stated this is us.
It's not something the others care about, the thought
of suddenly not being friends anymore, probably doesn't
even cross their minds, but to someone like me
it's a somewhat regular occurrence.
I don't have many pictures, always getting lost with the flow of life,
always thinking there's still plenty of time.
What's the point in capturing such a mundane memory?
That's the thing though, once time has passed and slowed down, that's what we'll want to reach for; the mundane. What were we doing on those lazy Sunday afternoons? It was so long ago I can barely remember.
That's why after our groups third trip to the cabin at the lake I can't help but reminisce and be slightly saddened that once again I forgot to capture a moment.
Whether it was when Aster and I held hands again for the first time since we started dating. Or Bax who fell off the pier and landed in the lake, soaked to the bone. The silly alcho-olyimpics we randomly thought up, but only ended up doing two out of the nine disciplines.
Out of all the things we did that week, if I could only capture one moment, it'd be our bonfire on our final night. Where at one point everyone is droopy eyed and slowly falling asleep in the soft glow of the crackling flames, no one willing to call it a night, for that would officially mark the end.
Maybe next time, although knowing me I'll get swept up all over again and will once again regret not freezing a single memory.
