"Did you two fight?" was Michelle's welcome address. Although my heart sank in the puddle or should I say, the river of grief I was in, I was firm that the persistent call to meet up was out of genuine fondness with these ladies. There were follow-up questions to which I hesitated to show any signs of weakness. But little did they know that I was hurting within; the kind of pain I'd rather keep to myself than explain to anyone even the closest to me. It was a rather desolate day for me and if not for the willpower to get myself out of the usual cycle of the ailment I so despise, I would've just shut myself behind my doors, turned all the lights off and cried until my eyes numb. Luckily, I found a way out this time. I called friends to dinner and two responded with glee.
The night went by and we all had a bunch of stories to tell each other given that we hadn't seen each other in a very long time. One thing I was surprised to hear from one of them was the realization that dreams change and that's okay. Mich revealed that all she could ever ask for is happiness and peace; nothing much from the materialistic world we live in now. I sighed in relief; it's good to know that I am not the only one longing for the simple things in life. It's a shame that Mich had to leave earlier for her early morning shift but Mocah and I decided to stay longer and enjoy the rest of the night over cups of coffee and chocolate.
I'm glad I had friends to call when I was in a difficult situation; I might've not shared what was deep within me but the mere presence of these two ladies made a difference, a positive one at that. :)
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