Yesterday I thought it was the end of the world, but today I am comforted and at peace because all in all, I did all I could and handled the situation the best I could.
It is always hard to lose a friend. It is even harder to lose a friend at the cost of anger, hatred, and possibly revenge. I don’t think the person wanted the problem to be solved, the purpose was simply to make me feel the way he felt, in other words to give me back whatever I have given him. I am glad he is able to get it off his chest, seek whatever he needed, and, hopefully, move on. I am always sadden by a lost of a friendship. In fact I don’t think I have ever lost a friend in this way, under this circumstance. I cried my eyes out, but just like the swollen-ness, it soon goes away because I was true to that friendship and in the end, I approached it as a friend should, so for that I am at peace. I felt I treated that with the will and the hope that it’ll pass. Unfortunately, I don’t think my friend felt the same way.
Until this day, I don’t regret what I did. What I do regret was to go on that camping trip. And I think the situation will turn out better if he can just come up to me and ask me for my side of the story and expressed how he feels. Unfortunately, everything he has heard is from other people and not me. I know I am not supposed to do this, but deep down inside, I am mad at the few people who have passed the story along. And maybe I should learn to keep my mouth close and never tell anyone in the first place. Well, just to end it all, I am getting out of this little hiccup better than I predicted, for this, I am glad.
So here’s a quote that I found that has given me some comfort: