If I never hear from you again . . .

Every once in a while, I think back to what used to be. I wonder what people are doing and who they are these days, how much they've changed. I wonder if they are living a good life or if they are miserable. I also wonder if they ever think about me. Most of them, it really wouldn't bother me if they never think of me. Because the only time I really think of them is when I look back on my high school days. But there are the very few people that I have either lost touch with or just totally cut out of my life for some reason or another, and these are the people that I wonder if they ever think about me. If they do, what do they think? Do they hate me, love me, or not really care? Do they wonder what and how I'm doing? Of course, I'll never know unless they contact me somehow. And if they never do, then I suppose that's alright because obviously, I'm not contacting them either. I suppose I'm content with the people that are in my life at the moment. Becuase people come and go and that's just how it is. You lose touch with friends and make sure that others do not enter your life anymore. Of course, there are the people that you make sure you stay in touch with because they are a very important piece in your life and if you lost them, it would tear you apart. Whether you talk to them every day or every other week, you still catch up and hopefully hang out once in a while. I just hope that I never forget the people that have helped me in the past. The people that have pushed me to be better and those that I knew wouldn't let me fall. And I hope that I never meet again the people the screwed me over and those that pushed me over the edge. As I've gotten older and hopefully a bit wiser, I've been able to distinguish between those who will be good for me and those who will be bad for me. I make sure to include those good people, the ones that I know are there for me and the ones who keep me up. I also make sure not to include those people that bring drama into my life. I don't need the drama and I definitely don't need them. And again, I will always wonder who thinks of me when they are thinking back on the past. Are they good thoughts or bad? Are they good memories or sad? Will I ever hear from them or will they just drop off the face of my life?