Our Friend “reality” Casted its Spell

How can you give your genuine love to a person who failed you?

How can you support a person who simply watched your downfall?

How can you send your best regards to a person who let you go?

It was really hard and hypocritical at first, I admit.

But hang tight, things will become peculiar.

The Story

We were once on the boat together, sailing this life.

We were always on alignment in our thoughts,

attuned with our views and always the listening ears to one another.

We could always call each other, and laugh together.

It may not be perfect to some, but it was the perfect friendship in our eyes.

But our dear friend, reality, called me in,

ushered me in its cozy office and broke the spell,

“change is coming”.

Change — my most dreadful word in this world.

I see perfection amidst the imperfection in the now.

But doing it tomorrow, consciously with change,

is like entering a new world for me.

It’s arduous.

I’ve been staring at “change” for a long time that “outgrow” appeared in the scene.

Like parting our friendship, it arises in between.

We have outgrown each other’s presence.

Each other’s views, thoughts, perceptions in life

and all in all- our friendship.

It reached to a point of abhorring each other’s presence.

I knew it was bound to happen.

The cracks were starting to appear, but I thought like before,

we could withstand it.

But no.

The Realization

Like most in this life, the years of friendship even built of laughters and stories will eventually flow with the passing of time.

It will grow old.

And it has grown old — to both of us.

So now, it’s his birthday and wishing him well may be odd to me knowing that just months ago, I wanted to burn the bridge connecting our souls.

He was the catalyst of my distrust to people’s genuineness.

He left and brought my smiles with him.

It was hard, but because of it, I learned to see the beauty of the flaws.

Beauty in between the cracks of the bridge

I’ve come to understand that the bridge between us doesn’t have to be demolished.

It’s now adorned with trees and flowers,

just like lessons and experiences we both shared.

Now, his presence in my life reminds me to live a life well-lived.

No regrets for what has happened, but letting things go gracefully.

Just like I supported him, rooted for his success, and prayed for him,

I see no reason to stop doing it.

But this time, I do it all from afar.

It may not be like the old times, but it’s another depth of love and support.

With this experience, I realize that I can still love and support the person who have hurt me.

There’s no point of burning bridges.

Beautiful flowers are blooming from the bridge we both built.

Just like lessons transforming us into our metamorphosis.

I’m thankful for the friendship we have outgrown and at peace to what we have grown.