Meeting you in an unexpected time is something I’ve left out of my
contemplation. Being friends with you is something I’ve welcomed and
held with no question.
We were ok. Actually, more than ok. We got along so well despite some differences in opinions because there are things we agree a lot with. We have this mutual feeling that we’ve known each other for a long time albeit it wasn’t really the case.
So how could such kind of misunderstanding ruin our friendship? But was it really misunderstanding? Or was it because of the so-called defense mechanism? Or maybe pride which, I don’t know if good or bad, I don’t happen to possess a lot in this incident.
At first, I find humor in it. Maybe some universal phenomenon had occurred. I’m trying to justify it with irrelevant explanations. Construe it with baseless logic.
Speaking to you is always a one-question-one-answer kind of conversation. And here I am in spite of it all, trying to make a really good talk. So what if you never asked how I am. It didn’t really matter. But you know what? You never failed, not even once, to make me feel sad after every conversation. I could not determine whether you don’t really see and feel it or you chose not to see and feel it.
You might think I’m giving too much meaning to it. Maybe I am. You said I try to augment issues. I am not. I’m dealing with its normal size. Which you unbelievably can’t see is quite big.
Oh! And maybe it’s just me again seeing it immensely when the matter of the fact is, it is entirely inconsequential. Yeah, me. It’s all about me when it comes to this event. Every decision you make, every word you say, and the denouement of this miserable platonic relationship is brought to you by… yours truly.
I won’t ask why ‘coz disappointingly, you have already answered everything in your account. And that’s fine with me now.
I may sound sarcastic but I’m not mad. Funny that I am not. Not even a bit. I’m just sad. I have always protected my relationship with people I have tamed and who have tamed me. But sometimes we have to allow the people we love make their own choices whether we like it or not…
So I’ll let you be. And this time, I’ll walk the other way…
My tongue will speak the pain in my heart or my heart conceiving it will break…
JE2104
We were ok. Actually, more than ok. We got along so well despite some differences in opinions because there are things we agree a lot with. We have this mutual feeling that we’ve known each other for a long time albeit it wasn’t really the case.
So how could such kind of misunderstanding ruin our friendship? But was it really misunderstanding? Or was it because of the so-called defense mechanism? Or maybe pride which, I don’t know if good or bad, I don’t happen to possess a lot in this incident.
At first, I find humor in it. Maybe some universal phenomenon had occurred. I’m trying to justify it with irrelevant explanations. Construe it with baseless logic.
Speaking to you is always a one-question-one-answer kind of conversation. And here I am in spite of it all, trying to make a really good talk. So what if you never asked how I am. It didn’t really matter. But you know what? You never failed, not even once, to make me feel sad after every conversation. I could not determine whether you don’t really see and feel it or you chose not to see and feel it.
You might think I’m giving too much meaning to it. Maybe I am. You said I try to augment issues. I am not. I’m dealing with its normal size. Which you unbelievably can’t see is quite big.
Oh! And maybe it’s just me again seeing it immensely when the matter of the fact is, it is entirely inconsequential. Yeah, me. It’s all about me when it comes to this event. Every decision you make, every word you say, and the denouement of this miserable platonic relationship is brought to you by… yours truly.
I won’t ask why ‘coz disappointingly, you have already answered everything in your account. And that’s fine with me now.
I may sound sarcastic but I’m not mad. Funny that I am not. Not even a bit. I’m just sad. I have always protected my relationship with people I have tamed and who have tamed me. But sometimes we have to allow the people we love make their own choices whether we like it or not…
So I’ll let you be. And this time, I’ll walk the other way…
My tongue will speak the pain in my heart or my heart conceiving it will break…
JE2104
1 comments:
My, oh, my. This one kicks ass. :) Continue to be brave and bold. You've always been and will be one of a kind.
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