Fresh...Saturday.
A friend of mine made a post in their journal about a "Fresh Friday" three years ago...I assume that's when they met their eventual boyfriend, and then made the tough decision to end the relationship years later (I think...I don't know the details).
A lot of the post REALLY resonated with me, though...I'm not in the same situation, but a lot of the stuff had happened to me, or I might have once said myself, etc.
And I just realized while walking this afternoon...I think it was a year ago to the day (or at least, to the Friday/Saturday before classes start in the fall) that I came back to Tech after working all summer in Texas...and there was my best friend here who was SO GLAD to see me. And I to see her. :)
Sometimes things you never expect to happen, happen. And sometimes you don't know how much they'll hurt all involved down the line.
And there's no one I can even talk to about any of it, really. Ironic, kind of, that the only person I could talk to about it is gone.
A lot of the post REALLY resonated with me, though...I'm not in the same situation, but a lot of the stuff had happened to me, or I might have once said myself, etc.
And I just realized while walking this afternoon...I think it was a year ago to the day (or at least, to the Friday/Saturday before classes start in the fall) that I came back to Tech after working all summer in Texas...and there was my best friend here who was SO GLAD to see me. And I to see her. :)
Sometimes things you never expect to happen, happen. And sometimes you don't know how much they'll hurt all involved down the line.
And there's no one I can even talk to about any of it, really. Ironic, kind of, that the only person I could talk to about it is gone.