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Halfway lost and halfway found friends, when will the barrier of social media end ?


I wanted to write something about friendships gone lost from what they used to be or those friendships that now show up as likes and comments but that where never really found in real life due to lack of time and placing. Those friendships that could have been something if we (and I) had been confident and aware enough to do something about it back then. I wanted to write about the human bonds that appear on the light up wall on our screen, but often get lost and only stay with us as a distant memory.
I wanted to write something to the dear people that I have met, built a bond with and lost contact with as lives changed and years rolled on. As well as the people I only met halfway, the one I met at that party, or who once took a class with me, those who shared something that touched me deeply, those who continue to inspire me, those I see and bond with on my social feed.

I want to get past the hurdle of simply saying`; `-hey, you have been on my mind'

I want to gather courage to tell those that I have been close with before and now drifted apart from just what they mean to me. We may have slowly walked off to live our separate lives, maybe there was a teenage fall out, or maybe our puzzle pieces were never really fit to be, but I want you to know- that you are dear to me.

I want to (without being seen as a nutter) contact that "one class 2 years ago, now only on facebook", or "we where never that close back then, but it seems like we have lot in common now- friend" and ask them out on a friendly date. I no longer want to swarm around in a world of "social media only" hang outs, I will not sit around and wait until time has run out.

You are more than just friend number 798 on my account or a name that pops up on my feed.
Call my crazy, but you are dear to me. 

I want to get to know you,
truly,
and if not for the first time then once again,
this time, better, maturer, more aware,
I want to become "only on social media-free".
Are you interested in breaking this barrier with me ?

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