I had a thought about burned bridges yesterday and this seems like the best place to write it out. I contemplated how some previous friendships/relationships no longer exist and realized there are some that I miss and some that I never want to go back to again.
Those that seemed to fizzle out due to various circumstances associated with moving or changes in lifestyle. We just don't mesh into each others lives anymore, but the bridge isn't gone, we just don't both live at the ends of it anymore.
Those that ended because of something that happened that seemed rather big at the time and caused one or both to feel that the connection was no longer needed. Although the bridge is gone, it is only burned and could possibly be repaired or rebuilt.
On the extreme side of the ending of a friendship or relationship, something HUGE happened that caused one or both to no longer view the connection as a vital and important part of life, but rather as virus that is plaguing life. In these situations, I see the bridge as blown up, not burned.
With the explosion, not only is the bridge completely destroyed, but the people at either end are forced to evacuate and move elsewhere. These are the connections that are done and over with, forever.
As I thought about these bridges, I tried to sort out what could lead to bridges being burned or blown up, thinking that burned bridges are usually something we do in our relationships with others, but bridges are probably blown up by us because of the actions or choices of the other.
I have probably burned a few bridges in my day because of what I have done or said, but I know I have blown up a bridge or two (at least) because I decided that something the other person did lead me to know they were no longer the kind of person I want in my life.