I feel nostalgic just to think about how many good friends have disappeared from my life. The circumstances in which we met have changed, I say to myself. But a bitter feeling comes to my heart while I realise that my excuse cannot justify the fact that I did nothing to stop our friendship from vanishing. I know I could have done more. I could have call, or visit, or write, but I didn’t. Life kept me busy and what is worse, life is still keeping me busy, or at least that is what I keep saying to my self.