There's one special friend that everyone has.
He's not your boyfriend, he's not your bestfriend and he isn't your brother. He's just..him.
Someone you can fall back on, someone you call when the tears won't stop falling. Someone who will disgust you with unnecessary details of his life and you will do the same. Someone whose abuses mean more to you than foot-long promises of undying friendship.
This friend, he becomes a part of your life and a huge one at it, all of a sudden.
Out of nowhere, he's your comfort pillow, your gossip monger, your sorority sister and your confidante.
Then one fine day, he shatters your heart.
It's astounding how just a couple of words strung together can wrench your heart.
Suddenly, you'll find yourself wondering who the hell the person on the other side of the phone is. You won't want to believe that this is the same person who you'd crouch in front of when the world failed you.
Then, you'll forgive and forget.
Until it happens again.
You'll cry a river again and yet again you'll forgive and forget.
How can you not? After all, you don't let go of a part of your life so easily.
But then, it'll happen again.
And you'll wonder.. "How much does he even know me?"
You'll look back and shed a tear on all happy, gay memories and you'll open your eyes to reality and shed several more for what it is today.
He wasn't your boyfriend. He wasn't your bestfriend. He wasn't the person you grew up with. He was just him. The person who left as abruptly as he had come.
You won't cry a river anymore. There's only a certain number of tears you can cry for a person. And you cried them dry.
You wake up the next day like it was a bad dream and get on with your life. Stronger, robust and empowered.
Life doesn't end when people leave, you carry their memories with you to your grave.
You smile when certain things you do remind you of them. You cry when you're shipwrecked and pick up the phone only to put it down again. You reach out, only to retreat.
You're a whirlwind of perplexity.
But you're not over. Life goes on.
He's not your boyfriend, he's not your bestfriend and he isn't your brother. He's just..him.
Someone you can fall back on, someone you call when the tears won't stop falling. Someone who will disgust you with unnecessary details of his life and you will do the same. Someone whose abuses mean more to you than foot-long promises of undying friendship.
This friend, he becomes a part of your life and a huge one at it, all of a sudden.
Out of nowhere, he's your comfort pillow, your gossip monger, your sorority sister and your confidante.
Then one fine day, he shatters your heart.
It's astounding how just a couple of words strung together can wrench your heart.
Suddenly, you'll find yourself wondering who the hell the person on the other side of the phone is. You won't want to believe that this is the same person who you'd crouch in front of when the world failed you.
Then, you'll forgive and forget.
Until it happens again.
You'll cry a river again and yet again you'll forgive and forget.
How can you not? After all, you don't let go of a part of your life so easily.
But then, it'll happen again.
And you'll wonder.. "How much does he even know me?"
You'll look back and shed a tear on all happy, gay memories and you'll open your eyes to reality and shed several more for what it is today.
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| It's not the end of the world. Life goes on. |
He wasn't your boyfriend. He wasn't your bestfriend. He wasn't the person you grew up with. He was just him. The person who left as abruptly as he had come.
You won't cry a river anymore. There's only a certain number of tears you can cry for a person. And you cried them dry.
You wake up the next day like it was a bad dream and get on with your life. Stronger, robust and empowered.
Life doesn't end when people leave, you carry their memories with you to your grave.
You smile when certain things you do remind you of them. You cry when you're shipwrecked and pick up the phone only to put it down again. You reach out, only to retreat.
You're a whirlwind of perplexity.
But you're not over. Life goes on.
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