You saw him in the corridors of middle school, one of the many faces who highlight your days of growing up, when the only thing that mattered was who scored the most goals in a football match. You'll were friends, often helping each other with everything that a teenage boy needs help with: homework, girls, money and so on and so forth. But as high school came along, you realised how some of your friends were just drifting apart: different career and persoanl choices were leading to differences between friends. In a couple of years, you ddint' even speak to the person who was supposedly your friend. He was little more than a memory in the background of your mind, little more than a photograph where all the students of grade seven were posing in school uniform. Life carried on, you never bothered to halt and think asto what happened to your friend: the one who leneded you money when you forgot to bring lunch, the one who helped you copy in the shitty maths test, the one who you got high with after the end-pf-middle-school party. Life carried on, you ddin't bother....and yet another of your friends went into the background of your life.....someone who cared about you died the most miserable death of all: the death of indifference. So, reach out to all your friends when they are around you - bonds take years to form but only a little indifference or misunderstanding to render them completely destroyed. So, what do you want? Friends who are nothing more than a memory of sunny corrdors and football grounds or real friends, the ones who are in the foreground of your life.
