friendship flings

there’s you and another. the two of you share a flurry of conversation over a short period of time.

then it stops. a mere friendship fling.

you wonder why. perhaps the conversational flurry was of a situational sort. you two shared a class together, you found yourselves in the same car on multiple occasions, something like that. but as the situation went, so did the fling.

or perhaps the flurry was of a personal sort. one noticed a tumblr post the other wrote, or he just looked particularly nice that day, and a burst of conversation ensued. but the inertia from that initial burst could only last so long. you run out of things to talk about, and the fling runs its course.

or perhaps it’s, perhaps it’s just… it is what it is. you talked for a bit, life happened, so you didn’t talk for a while, and now you aren’t in the position to strike up conversation with that person without some kind of excuse, and you can only come up with so many excuses. your path crossed with her path for a while; it was fun. you smiled, you laughed, you pondered. but you can’t be friends with everyone.

so you settle for looking wistfully at the other’s frame or screen name from time to time, wishing for situations to fall from the sky so you could talk the talk, laugh the laugh, ponder the ponder. but you can’t be friends with everyone, so you shrug off the wist and settle for the beautiful friends you already have.

and it’s alright