Met up with an old friend couple of days back; an old friend whom I have mentioned earlier is no longer a friend. Ha! Slapped me in my face! The catch up turned out to be unexpectedly pleasant despite the fact that we have not met or spoken for almost three years.
We had lots of stuff to catch up on; how our lives have evolved over the last few years and reminisced on the past we used to share. It is nice to know that the old habits that make the very essence of me are clearly remembered. The flip side of this meet up is that somehow we could not avoid talking about the existence of the omitted one. Omitted from my life that is. I was trying to fool myself beforehand that the topic could be avoided but I knew it was almost too tough if not impossible.
CC asked why do I still hate? Becos I so loved and have so given everything I ever had. Perhaps he didn’t agree with me when I said my years were wasted but concurred that the efforts that I have put in serve as a justification for the hatred. How long would it take for me to accept him as a friend again? I said that day would never come. I won’t create a scene if I see him but I won’t stay around too. The hatred is deeply rooted and try as I may but I cannot forgive. And as I rambled that night… …Some things cannot be forgotten, some people cannot be forgiven.
