I don't think people really know how hard it is to tell the truth. I don't think they know how hard it is when you consider all the possible outcomes and most of all, the inevitable pain.
I woke up this morning with my heart out of place. It felt wrong because there was something I had promised to do and yet had shirked all responsibility of this year. Almost seven years ago, I had promised to give a part of my heart to one of my best friends. She meant a lot to me then and means a lot to me still. This year has been hard because it seems like we've both changed so much. And in the midst of it all, we've let it slip. I say "we" because this friendship is both ways, as all friendships should be. And while I told myself that I would not intrude and ask her to be real with me, ask her what's really going on, this morning I realized that that was just an excuse to allow our friendship to slip away. The old me would've held on with my teeth.
There comes a time in all friendships where no one person is at fault. But in that time, we're faced with a choice whether to give up and watch it slip away or to risk it all and demand for it back. I don't think I'm at fault. But I also know that if I don't reach out this one time, it might be too late, for both of us.
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