A yearning for a home that you can’t find again. A hiraeth. The first thing that came to my mind is this feeling in my past friendships to when I was younger. It started out that my older brother and his best friend, convinced each other to do things that one of them did, like playing hockey. They starting slowing bringing more and friends around the house that they made while playing this sport. It eventually turned into four to five guys coming over, some even staying past five o’clock in the morning. Having nerf wars, going to hockey games, hanging out in the pool. Each of them meeting me at different times, but they slowly morphed into one big group of friends, that included me. I slowly became part of that group, and I enjoyed every second of it. However, as most friend groups, there is drama and friction occurs. My brother and his best friend no longer stay in contact as much. However, since knowing him since they were in kindergarten, he still semi stays in contact with the family. As for the other guys, they all disappeared from the group, even one moved to Colorado! Broke my heart that such an amazing friend group, who used to be so close, don’t even stay in contact anymore. I yearn for that friendship back. Things are not even close to being the same, it gets very awkward when we accidentally see each other at a hockey game or when our mutual friend from Colorado comes back in town. We each hang out with him separately, rather than all together again. I spent my High school years with these boys almost every week, for it all to be a memory I crave to get back. We aren’t the same people who we used to be. Now? We’re just strangers to each other, with memories that won’t ever fade. My little brother plays hockey every day now. He is quite good at it actually. It's just a mixed emotion going to his games, knowing what started his love for the sport in the first place.
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