“Many have said goodbye, only few remained.”
I have met strangers who became my friends, friends who turned out to be special friends and there were also strangers who remained strangers. Any of the three, most of them bid goodbye. I thought it only happened with my boyfriends but unfortunately this sequence of events happened with some of my girlfriends too. The reason why is still unclear to me up until now.
I chose the kind people I let walk into my life. I chose them perfectly so as to become rightful or deserving to be called my friends. AN ASSUMPTION.
I happened to bump pictures of old friends with the help of the social network FACEBOOK of course. (I’m not sure if it’s an advantage to have an easy peek of accounts of other people.) I smile upon seeing those photos which lead me to saying these words, “Well, I guess you have settled into an uncomplicated life with someone now. Good.” GOOD the sound of the word echoes. Yeah, GOOD. But how good is it when our friendship is gone. Should I still be putting a smiley on my face? I don’t know. Maybe time would tell if that friendship is still worthy to rekindle.
And there’s another old friend which I don’t want to remember I made friends with. It’s because the animosity is still there. And pretending that I am happy for you is such dangerous trickery and I chose to refuse. The friendship I had with you is at stake and I doubt if it could survive on its own.
There was also an old friend I had an argument with. Our closeness went into sisterhood and it never came to my mind that it would end like a sibling war, an unimaginable war that sure had devastated our friendship. I dread that day it happened. I fear it even today.
There were also group of friends I met before. A mix of shame and gladness come into my mind every time I remember those faces. I was glad of the affection showed by everyone but shameful of it at the same time. I don’t want to visit that scene anymore.
Wasted friendship perhaps brought me into few close friends. A selection I never regretted. But I could not stay away from those old friends who were once significant to me. I don’t know what happened back then. I understand why people come and go. The thing that I cannot fathom is when people go and they left us with either pain or hatred.
