But now I feel about them sort of like I feel about my high school graduating class. We knew each other and were very close and had comraderie for a certain number of years, and we were naive enough to believe our time together would forge ahead into the future (cue the "Grease" song, "We'll Always Be Together"). But in time, of course, you lose touch...
The perfect analogy! I love it.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
