Friendships

"Two may talk together under the same roof for many years, yet never really meet; and two others at first speech are old friends." - Mary Catherwood

Have you ever met someone, friend or otherwise, and had high expectations of what great relationship/friendship you would have?

I have. And, lately that person is on my mind.

Unfortunately, the high hopes that I had, never really came to fruition.

Don't get me wrong. This person and I talk. Occasionally. Superficially. But, I really don't feel like I know this person.

As I typed the sentence above, it reminds me of the post that I wrote about my dad, and the odd relationship that we share. We love each because we're family, but we really don't know each other. That is, on anything more than a superficial, factual, type level. With my dad, I have come to grips with this. I had my peace a couple years ago. We aren't on the same page about family. So, I moved on and try to not get bothered by it. This is not my dad that this post is about. And, I guess that I haven't had my peace with this situation.

I remember the first time that this friend and I met. It was at my mom's house and this person came over with a friend for dinner. I had heard lots about this person and was elated to be meeting them. I truly believed that I would be gaining another great person in my life with whom I could count on, and share life's ups and downs with. I really enjoyed our company that night, but that's about as good as it got. Nothing more that pleasantries over the years.

Maybe this person has different expectations of relationships and friendships. Maybe my hopes were unrealistic. Maybe neither of us were clear about what our roles would be. Maybe it has nothing to do with me.

At any rate, I am not blaming, just pondering the situation. I just really wish that I knew this person. That I could say we were friends (not acquaintances).

Maybe someday...