Life compensates.
Today someone sent me a random message over Friendster. I have severed all ties with that someone a long time ago. He cheated. Not with me though, but with someone who is almost like a lifeline to me, he might as well have just punched me in the face.
So anyway he cheated so severely and had the nerve to make attempts on excuses so stupid, we didn't know whether we should be crying over the whole fiasco or laughing at it like another one of our usual sources of entertainment.
Oh and yes, there were difficult parts too. Like the denial and the anger and the bargaining. The accepting and moving on. Sounds pretty much like the stages one goes through when faced with a terminal disease (why, God, why?).
I last saw him probably over a year ago. I was waiting for a friend and he seemed to be waiting for someone too (the one he cheated with, most likely). I walked over and said hi. He looked like he saw a ghost --- either he didn't expect to see me or maybe at the time, I went berserk with the face powder. :)
So anyway, I checked his friendster page (he checked mine first, so there :p) and spent some minutes looking at his pictures now. Receding hairline: check. More lines around the eyes: check. Married with a kid: check. Him looking happy: check. :) I really am glad his life is good. Come to think of it, all our lives turned out well after everything.
The point is this: We often think things are for keeps and nothing will change and we're sure as hell we won't lose people. The thing is, everything keeps changing and we lose people left and right and it's so hard to keep up ---- what with all the coming and going, the nursing of broken hearts, late nights crying ourselves to sleep, endless analogies of why things ended the way they did, picking up the stupid fragments left behind and the long hours convincing ourselves that everything will eventually be okay. It sounds like a whole lot of BS coming from me (who will whine at the drop of a hat) but things do get better. Sure it could take years and years of nursing, but people manage to move on and start living again. That's the only way to go, I suppose. I'm no expert. I'm always either in the process of picking up the fragments or moving on or at the throes of an epiphany. :) But life always compensates and things will always be looking up --- eventually.