when i was younger and my grandfather was still alive, he told me that friends come and go and that they represented certain parts of your life, but they weren't people that you could count on being around forever. at the time, i thought he was mean and that that was the reason he could't keep friends. now that i'm older, i guess i don't have as much of a problem with what he said. before this summer, i thought that close friends would be close forever... or, at least, they would always remember each other fondly. now i'm not so sure. something changed this summer, and i feel more inclined to let friendships go than i was before. convenient, since most of my "friends" seem to feel the same way.