‘Spoke with you recently. I’ve been hundreds of miles away for the nine years since we last met. Every year, at least once, I’d give you a buzz or send you an email, a social one, outside of birthday greetings. And we’re on Facebook too.
With the wide membership of online social clubs, Facebook et al, the traditional email that years before overwhelmed snail mail for personals, may have gone the same way. We now form circles and groups and networks for personal and business communication. Email addresses are just for matrix access on the net.
YouTube Android’s Gmail, now Plus.
Face(book) mail, anyone?
What’s the Outlook of Hotmail anyway.
And still the Yahoos stay.
Every year you’d hail me from afar and say hello. Phones are great. Email in good. To hear you talk is much more pleasant than to see the text of your words. I enjoy them both.
It’s the thought, you know, coming with the hello, that brings the smile inside. We share it happily.
Growing apart as we grow older. That happens a lot, doesn’t it?
The fondness is still there. I remember it well.
We’ve had to leave and set some distance between as we lead our lives; we’re family, still.
Sometimes it works that contact is constant;
sometimes it fizzles out and comes back;
sometimes we just remember the times.
We won’t talk and text every time, and we might even stop talking or texting, for a while. Freshness comes and the few we leave standing. The way life goes as we grow through it, we file people away in a cabinet somewhere.
We don’t care to reach out, but we care to more than just think or hear of you and let it just slide this time. So we ask about, and pray for, and chat with, and call. It might be the last time, but you never know.
Facebook and all, lets us see whatagwan, if we share. We remember your birthday, that we once knew you, that we still know you, and still care to. It’s nice.
We ‘stalk’ a little, just to be in touch. We ‘like’ it, ‘LOL’ and comment 🙂
You enter the matrix, everyday? But fortunately, life is outside cyberspace.