Friendship
It's alright. I'm not counting my friends like trophies or achievements. Lazy and casual friendships will come and go. Those who stay will do so because they love me. Those who don't simply do not. I don't hold grudges against those friends that have gone their seperate ways with me. I don't expect them to return. Because I don't want to waste precious time that I can be giving to the friends that did stay.
The friends that stayed don't care if I've changed. It's the friends that still call me to ask me what I'm doing. I love getting phone calls, you know. I'm not an attention whore but I like remembering that I'm loved. And the friends that stayed aren't afraid of telling me they love me. That's what keeps me going everyday. And when we fight, we yell and offend and hurt but when the time comes, it's not only me who apologizes. I don't have to choose to be the guilty one and it doesn't always have to be me. Making up becomes a ritual of sorries and explanations and a simple, "I miss you. I'm sorry." And a "I'm sorry too." Because friendship, like love, is a two-way street.
So it's alright. I've kept the friends that stayed. I'll welcome the ones that come next but nobody is obligated to stay. I'm not changing for them or anyone else in this world. And the friends that stayed understand that the best. That's why they stayed, after all.
I'm not hurting for the friends that have left. If they come back it means it was always meant to be. But I'm not sitting at the edge of my seat, waiting.
The friends that stayed don't care if I've changed. It's the friends that still call me to ask me what I'm doing. I love getting phone calls, you know. I'm not an attention whore but I like remembering that I'm loved. And the friends that stayed aren't afraid of telling me they love me. That's what keeps me going everyday. And when we fight, we yell and offend and hurt but when the time comes, it's not only me who apologizes. I don't have to choose to be the guilty one and it doesn't always have to be me. Making up becomes a ritual of sorries and explanations and a simple, "I miss you. I'm sorry." And a "I'm sorry too." Because friendship, like love, is a two-way street.
So it's alright. I've kept the friends that stayed. I'll welcome the ones that come next but nobody is obligated to stay. I'm not changing for them or anyone else in this world. And the friends that stayed understand that the best. That's why they stayed, after all.
I'm not hurting for the friends that have left. If they come back it means it was always meant to be. But I'm not sitting at the edge of my seat, waiting.