Hmm, that’s a great title for a story. I might use that sometime. Need to write myself a note. Anyway, I was thinking while driving the other day about my childhood friends and those that have come into my life and left an imprint. There’s been so many people that it made me realize that I love easy. I trust people and usually end up sharing a piece of me with them and them with me. That sharing always causes a connection. It’s hard not to love when there’s that connection. I have childhood friends that I still consider so close that I’d do anything for them. I don’t know if the feeling is always reciprocated but it doesn’t matter. When we were little, I loved them. We’d play, talk, take care of one another, be there through just about anything we got ourselves into. That love doesn’t just disappear because we don’t see each other every day. Time does not erase memories or take away the events that shape our lives. I carry this love around with me every day. Sometimes it’s too much. I want to offload it but I can’t. I can’t forget someone or cross them off of the friends list. I think about the times we spent together. The laughs, the tears. I miss people which makes me sad. It’s so much easier to keep in touch through social media these days but it’s not the same. It’s not like sitting across from one another at a table and catching up. It is a nice container. I have everyone in one place that I can go to get to them. And it’s not just childhood friends. It’s adult friends too. Some that I consider family members now, I met while I was an adult. I don’t know what I’d do without these people. It’s hard for me to make friends but when I do, I hold them close. I think about them often, I worry about them, I sympathize and empathize with them across the miles. I probably think about them too much but that’s just me. I don’t think it’s a bad thing to love easy, but it does cause heartache over time. I hope those that I do love know that I love them.