-toffee and molasses-

It's funny how things work out sometimes, and how some people prioritise. It seems that all it takes is some sort of distraction (mostly one that takes the shape of a human) and they're off like a jackrabbit in heat; years of friendship are foregone in the flutter of an eyelid or the flex of an arm.

I have a friend. Let's call her.... CT.
CT and I have been acquainted for a decade now. More than acquainted, in fact, from the many times we stayed over at our mutual friend's place and stayed up talking till the wee hours of the morning.
And yes, it has been a decade now. A decade of relatively close friendship, as compared to less than a year of courtship rituals and assorted activities I'm not particularly at liberty (or inclined) to reveal.
A year, because that's how long she's been with her latest fling, some kid from the land of the LOTR directors and plentiful cows. A year is all it's taken to make her so mature that she hasn't had the time of day to meet up with me all summer because she's too busy with her 'boy'(as is the -ugh- term of endearment du jour)

And this isn't endemic to just her. It's a show that's screened ever so often, with the leads being the newly attached, those folk who're so completely smitten by / enamoured with their newfound amors that they their eyes detect nothing and no one else.

It's just diabolical, the way some couples tend to stick together so much you start to suspect they're surgically attached. Lives were made seperate so they could be lived seperately. Bottom line? We've all got to walk our own paths, make our own decisions, play our own gigs. Couples really ought to be aware of that.