Now I get older I begin to look back upon my life. Maybe I have become sentimental or something else is going on, I do not know exactly. It doesn't matter as this how it is and feels to me.
Like yesterday, I had to think of a old friend of mine. I consider him in fact my eldest friend as I know him for 35 years already. He lives in the village were my grandmother used to live. Since my grandmother has past away I might have been only once in that village and changes are it will be the only time. That is the main reason why I haven't seen my friend, but he still is my friend, if not my best friend.
I have no idea how he thinks about me but that doesn't matter at all. In my mind he has a place which he cannot escape anymore. There have been a few moments where I regret the loss of an object. One such object I remember but there must have been a few more. But a friend, although the contact is very sparse, is not lost.
Pick up the phone you might say. True, I could do that. I even remember the number by heart although it has been years ago I called. I used to have his email address too, but this has been lost due to my cleaning eagerness I suffer from. Who knows, I find his email and drop him a line...