friends that I relied on in those days so I did not pay him much attention. I was about 20 years old when most of my friends abandoned me. It was at this time that I reacquainted with Hope. The more we spent time together the more his vigor increased which
reflected on me. I eventually and thoroughly apologized for my indifference
thus catapulting a new relationship with Hope. Once again he was my constant and loyal friend only the circumstances of my life were very different. He taught me many things in many ways. I would readily absorb these lessons. When I was about 30 years old Hope moved away. We would write each other frequently at first. I made some
other supposed friends and gradually forget Hope. These friends also abandoned
me. I then wished to reunite with Hope. I finally tracked him (he moved several times). I paid him a visit and we spent some time getting reacquainted.
Something was amiss though. He seemed to be withholding something. We used to have more mutual friends. It seems like few people I know even remember him as he was. It would be many more years before I would see Hope again. He paid me an ever so brief visit. He looked preoccupied at times. I made extra effort to reestablish a connection. He came across as coy. I did not think him capable of purposely misleading me, but Iknew he was concealing something. I received a troubling anonymous call a few days after Hope’s departure. The caller curtly reports that Hope is dying. The news was actually not surprising.
I knew that if he were to die I would soon follow. It has been a month since this report. I have called Hope but he does not answer. Strangely I don’t feel betrayed. I do feel lost and confounded.