I met up with a good friend a few days ago. he just came from China where he is currently based. It's his holiday now so he made sure to stop by the city to say hi to everyone. In one of our talks he told me, "you know those friends who just remembers you because you're here, Keish? like you'd be out of their minds when you're not around? well, it hurts." I say, probably.
Not that I actually experience this all the time but somehow I feel that I can relate. You see, here goes the story. And I am guessing that my thoughts on this matter is pretty much in this story.
I have this friend who I thought was really close to me. We were practically best of friends. I can honestly say, that among my friends, he is among those who truly knows who I am. He can probably tell you the things I like and don't like. The things that irritate me most as well as those that can make me high. All my complexities, he understands. But a few months ago, even I got tired. Tired with always being the one to remind him to keep in touch. Tired with always being a friend for a friend who wasn't and can't always be there. Just plain tired.
And yes, it hurts. It hurts that I feel like I wasted so much time investing on this friendship. Hurts that I feel like wanting to keep the friendship when others have given up a long time ago. Hurt that sometimes, I just don't know what to believe anymore. And I keep reminding myself that maybe, just maybe, it is still worth that one tiny bit of effort. But as the cycle continues, I get tired like all the rest of the gang. And yet, I am still here. Doing my part as your friend.
So now I realized that my other friend was right. It is indeed tiring. It hurts and it sucks. That we have to find these friends in life. That we cannot help but include them in our everyday prayers. Hoping, wishing, that someday, he will realize just how hurtful his actions are. Someday, indeed, someday.