I'm never fond of bad news.
Even though it doesn't happen to me, I still don't like it. Especially when it concerns close friends of mine.
I know these things happen all the time. Anomalies, stillborn children, early terminated pregnancies... A lot of people are confronted with these things. Be it in their families or their friends or sometimes to themselves. And it's never easy, it always becomes a mental scar they carry for the rest of their lifes.
So when I heard this today, I felt really bad for her. Having to go through such an ordeal is something I would never have wished for her. I know I don't know the complete background but that doesn't mean I'm thinking extra hard about her. I really hope she'll get all the support she needs to get back on top of it and gives it another succesful shot. I know I will lend a listening ear and support her as best as I can.
It feels strange to think and write that.
I really do wish her all the best with everything she does in her life. I've seen how happy she's been with her boyfriend. And how she got her house completely redone so that it feels like a home. It seemed to me that the next logical step would be their own child. And that would be wonderful.
But I can't help but to think of her as I once used to.
I still see her as that missing part of me.
She was the only girl I ever saw myself growing old with, the only one I would start a family with.
I know I shouldn't say these things.
I can't help being honest, but on the other side I'm fair enough to know my place. And I'll never force my thoughts upon her.
She has made her choice, and I'm fully supportive of that.
That's how I have always been. And I guess that's how I'll always be.
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