no more biatch mode days...
It’s amazing when friendship blooms between two different people and friendship creates a strong bond between them. It’s even more amazing when this friendship stays there and still continuous to grow despite the many challenges - the misunderstandings, the petty fights, the endless conflicts. Yet it’s funny when this friendship comes to an end simply because you realize that that friendship wasn’t really there after all.
What if you found out the many sordid things that a friend has said behind your back? Would you get mad if you found out that he’s just pretending to be okay after you swallowed your pride and asked for forgiveness when in fact he is still mad at you? Would you get hurt if you discovered that he thought of you as a chismosa who spread sordid things about him when all you did was to protect him or to prevent his secrets from being uncovered? Worse, would you be sad when you learned that he never really saw you as a friend but as a crafty one who’s got a crush on him and who has an idea of befriending him so you could flirt him around, when all you ever intended was to help him and be closer to him? Worst, would you cry if you knew that he wished for your death or wanted to kill you and wanted you to become his most-coveted specimen in his anatomy class?
Probably, I’ll get hurt. I could even cry. Or I could fume with anger. I could possibly let the real biatch in me defend for myself.
But what if that friend have made you cry, gave you that pain, caused you to fume with anger not just for once but for a couple of times? Would you still set that ego aside to save that friendship and grant him your forgiveness? Would you still hold onto that friendship that gave you so much memories and you already learned to treasure?
Whenever that scenario will ever happen in my life, I realized that the best way to treat it is to cut that friendship short, take that person out of your system and probably out of your life before it will shatter you into pieces.
Today… is the first day I’ll let go of a friend...but today… is also the last day, the last day I shall get mad, the last time I shall cry and the last time I shall have myself hurt because of that person that once I valued as friend.
What if you found out the many sordid things that a friend has said behind your back? Would you get mad if you found out that he’s just pretending to be okay after you swallowed your pride and asked for forgiveness when in fact he is still mad at you? Would you get hurt if you discovered that he thought of you as a chismosa who spread sordid things about him when all you did was to protect him or to prevent his secrets from being uncovered? Worse, would you be sad when you learned that he never really saw you as a friend but as a crafty one who’s got a crush on him and who has an idea of befriending him so you could flirt him around, when all you ever intended was to help him and be closer to him? Worst, would you cry if you knew that he wished for your death or wanted to kill you and wanted you to become his most-coveted specimen in his anatomy class?
Probably, I’ll get hurt. I could even cry. Or I could fume with anger. I could possibly let the real biatch in me defend for myself.
But what if that friend have made you cry, gave you that pain, caused you to fume with anger not just for once but for a couple of times? Would you still set that ego aside to save that friendship and grant him your forgiveness? Would you still hold onto that friendship that gave you so much memories and you already learned to treasure?
Whenever that scenario will ever happen in my life, I realized that the best way to treat it is to cut that friendship short, take that person out of your system and probably out of your life before it will shatter you into pieces.
Today… is the first day I’ll let go of a friend...but today… is also the last day, the last day I shall get mad, the last time I shall cry and the last time I shall have myself hurt because of that person that once I valued as friend.