I miss the person you used to be.
The one who looked at me through tears in their eyes and let me help pick things up.
The one who would listen to my worries over a cup of coffee.
The one who gave their full support and doled out great advice.
I miss that.
I wonder what mistakes I made to make you do a one eighty.
And still, everyday I pray you turn back. Because I still need you and your prayers.
Faezah is totally right when she says, there are some things you need to keep to yourself. You don't have to share every little nitty gritty detail with your other half or your family. Don't get me wrong, it isn't lying. Just an elimination of certain technicalities. Sometimes these small points make or break a relationship. Certain images tend to burn themselves permanently into a person's mind. Thus, it is better to let sleeping dogs lie than awaken a sense of unease and awkwardness.
Can you make someone like you? Not like like. You know, just genuinely friendly like. I have made people who hate me like me. But I don't know if at this day and age it's still possible to do so. I've got the guns and the ammo, but have they got thicker armour? I wish I could make the people I genuinely like, like me back. Forever. But then again, if these people don't appreciate me even after trying, then why should I be running with that pack ever again? The ones worth keeping are the ones who don't need you to keep mending fences and accepts the whole package, even your ugly flaws.
Labels: Rambling, Random