Another childhood friend is getting married in a few hours.
I’m happy for her. But, what started as a tidbit of information for my mother, plunged into something deeper.
“So, there goes another one of your girls, huh Josh?”
I was never really interested in my friend who’s getting married, not romantically at least. My mother knew that as well, but her comment hit home.
I’m 25 and alone.
Sure, 25 is young-ish. But it’s not that young. It’s no longer a valid deflection.
I looked up from the table after realizing what my mother said, and thought, “she’s right.”
Another wholesome, loving, gorgeous, everything-you’d-want in a wife woman off the market, while I sit around and mope. Pretty much anyone I’d ever considered as marriage material in my life is either married off or likely with the one they will marry.
And for the first time since being single, the thoughts of alone aren’t about missing her, they’re deeper than that.
Thoughts of loneliness shifted to thoughts of friends who have passed away, all because a song came on the radio.
Music is a scary thing. The people and places our minds can recall all from a simple verse and melody.
Yet, instead of the usual onslaught of depression I typically feel when going down the path I usually try to avoid tonight, though sad; I feel an odd sense of peace I can’t quite explain.