I finally opened my eyes 2 days ago. I finally saw for myself how practical one can get.
When friends desert you at a time you need them most, a lesson will be learnt. I learnt that I can never trust someone that wholeheartedly again. 6 years of friendship could not even beat months of together-ness. These 6 years were not without some trouble, we lost a little trust in each other back then and finally realised our mistake after some time. Hence, I thought we grew closer. But no. The exact same thing happened again and this time I get the feeling that it won’t be so easy regaining the trust again.
I guess this is how you know what friendships are made of, which are your real friends and which are there for the ride but will get off when they encounter turbulence.
Someone once said I’m like a boiled carrot: tough on the outside yet soft and tender on the inside. I guess I’m that vulnerable all right. I can’t seem to take these troubles easily, probably because I didn’t think the same thing would happen again with the same person. I like to see this as another test of our friendship, but somehow I don’t think I’ll pass the test with flying colours this time.
Live and let live, they say. But how is it possible when that person has always been there for you and now chooses to let you go?