I have friends who start blogs when they are looking for something. A job, themselves, a new lover, a place to be, somewhere to fit in, stuff like that.

They blog passionately, frequently and intensely. Sometimes the posts lead down a path of discovery and sometimes they seem to wander aimlessly.

But eventually the blogging stops.

And my heart aches. I know that they have found what they are looking for and I will probably never hear their voice again. I’m happy for my friends, but also painfully sad at being left behind. I fight that because it is a selfish feeling. I can tolerate almost any other insult except being accused of being selfish.

I am very happy for you, but I miss your voice. I will miss the future you and treasure the voice you have left in my head.