How is it possible that the people you count on to know you well turn out to be the ones who in seconds guess your decisions?
How does it happen that the people you spend most of your time with turn out to be the ones who find it hard to trust your judgment?
How can it come to a point where those you trust with your innermost issues about life suddenly do not understand where you’re coming from?
I thought friendship is about journeying with each other and accepting that people will inevitably change, but in the end, we can expect them to still do the right thing. And even if they don’t, the loving thing to do is to stay even if they no longer meet your standards.
I’m obviously coming from a place of hurt. And to some extent, of disappointment.
If you don’t know me by now, you will never never never know me. In fact, maybe you never knew me at all. Strange how it took us all these years to realize that.
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