It's one of those days again, actually I haven't spent a day like this in awhile, I have literally been listening to songs for a few hours now.
Listening to some songs from the past of course, automatically brought me back into some memories which I must admit, was some of my favorite chapters of my life so far.
Although, I can't help but go back to the chapter where I've had a rather close bond with one of the people that I honestly had no idea would have gotten close to.
It was that dark time of their lives, where both were my close friends, she decided it was time to move on and cut the cord, and he, as much as he had expected it, got his heart broken really badly from it. Of course, I was pretty shocked too when I found out what happened, I did grow up with their relationship, thinking that they would be the ones who lasted. I've seen them together for many years now, from when they started dating, I could still remember on one of our trips that we were on a field, training and at the end of it, he plucked a flower and just put it on her hair. They were so happy back then.
Of course, learning how they ended, I chose to have negative feelings for her, although she had grown to be like my big sister, and him, surprisingly, got closer to me as we talked and I tried my best to comfort him. We shared a bond that at least to me, was somewhat meaningful. Every night we would talk and talk, and every night I would try to help him recover bit by bit.
This went on for awhile and unexpectedly, we became best friends, me treating him as a big brother, or maybe a little more than I want to admit to myself. Time by time, I saw him heal and as happy as I was for him, I have grown to be defensive of who he would meet. So, when he met the lady that he would call his wife now, I couldn't help but be skeptical about her, because, as much as I want him to move on, I didn't want to see his heart broken and shattered to pieces again.
Then one day, he just said that our conversations, and this bond that we had, should just remain between us. And at that moment, I just shattered into pieces, disappointed by the audacity of his request. I was angry and hated him. Then, after I got sick, in an event, he showed me that I shouldn't give up and should keep on fighting.
Well, sad to say, we never talk to each other as long as those times ever again. He treated me as just one of the people he knew and I did the same too.
So, my question is, am I a bad person to want that time back again, even if that time meant that he was at his most vulnerable and sad moments of his life?
I guess sometimes, people just drift apart.
