Time truly changes everything. She knew it, she’d seen it, she’d lived it, she’d felt it. But is change always for the better?
She thought not. After all, if it was better, wouldn’t she be happier?
Wouldn’t she spend time thinking of the future, instead of focusing on the past?
And as she thinks of the past, of days of happiness, of careless days of youth filled with laughter and pranks, she remembers them. Those few special persons, that made her laugh, that made her happy, that gave her life a purpose. She remembers all the crazy things they used to do, all the jokes that passed between them and all the trips they’d taken. She remembers that they used to laugh at girls, who tried to look hot and boys, who tried to act cool. They hadn’t been popular, and people had often called them bitches but they hadn’t cared. They had each other, wasn’t that enough? But then the phenomenon called time reared its ugly head and everything changed. Some of them made other friends, some became popular, others moved away and the last of them, well she never knew what happened to them. Had it truly been so long ago that they were running around the school yard?
She hadn’t heard from them for decades. She knew one of them was a widow, with lots of grandkids to take care of her. One was currently living in Hawaii, after retiring from the modelling business. The others, she had no idea. But surely they were better off than her. Her days, once filled with laughter, pranks and friends, were now filled with nothing but her cats and loneliness. How was it, that time had been so kind on her old friends but not her?
Was there something, she had done worse than her friends?
Was there anything, she had done but they hadn’t?
Where had she failed, where the others had succeeded?
Was there anything she should’ve done differently? Or was it simply that she had been unlucky or had fate simply decided it would be funny?
Or maybe, it was that time just got the better of her. How was it, that she remembered all the fun things she did if her friends, in those happy days of youth, but still, for the life of her she couldn’t remember their names?
She wondered, did they remember her?
She sat on her rocking chair, all day long, with her eyes closed and remembered. Remembered those happy days of youth, those wonderful, now nameless faces of her former friends and thought how much time had changed. She sat back, petted one of her cats and for the first time in years, she smiled.