should all aquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind?

for some absurd reason, auld lang syne twinkled in my head in a swift sudden moment, and perhaps for the first time i found myself listening to its lyrics and appreciating the depth it actually holds.

and i found myself classifying the people in my life. --yes i know a little evil but these are facts of life and one must always accept the facts of life. --the important ones, the not so important ones, the ones whom i care for on a level of a stranger and the ones i dont give a bloody damn about.

and then i started to feel melancholic.

because nostalgia set in and i found myself reminising and just remembering about minutes of pure ecstacy (omg i dont know how to spell this drug name!) , moments of savouring content, and times of well, friendship. (let's not go into the definition of friends. as far as i'm concerned all levels of platonic relationships can be called that)

how often do you remember...

the other friend whose temporary existence was because circumstances were too complicated?

or that friend who still is very close to your heart and you still think about from time to time. and you wonder whether she still remembers the late night conversations, the outings, the stayovers, or walks, and you hope with a hope so big that she still thinks about it the same way you do.

or that friend who is sooo naive and gullible that you can bluff her about everything and she'll swallow it, only to make you feel guilty because the only reason why she believed it in the first place was because you are her best friend. :S
yet a friend soo loyal and trusting to the max...
how we take all these for granted.

how about the other friends... THE friends...

or those friends who fit the bill of the phrase 'friends come and go' so well....