So yesterday, I bumped into an old friend. It's been a very long time since we last had a proper conversation, so somehow we were stuck right in front of a shop in a mall, catching up for a good 30 mins or so.
We started talking about the old times. Stories that I haven't talked about for so long, about people who are no longer in my life. There was a lot of drama in my life at one point of time, petty things that caused a friendship to end. Yet, thinking about it all seemed like it's a page of the past, something I can look back upon without having that heavy feeling on my chest what so ever. I guess as we grow older, there are way too many things ahead of us to look upon than to linger in the past.
One thing's for sure though, it did make me reflect. How many years have passed, many things have changed yet so many things stay the same.
I surprised myself with how I was actually more interested to hear good things about my old friends rather than the opposite. I honestly want to hear that they've changed for the better and are doing great in life. I want to know if they've met people they can count on through thick and thin, and all their bad habits disappeared. After all, we were so close at one point of time. Somehow, every time I find myself looking back upon those days and remembering them, I would only think of the good times and how they've opened up a side of myself that I never knew existed, and how they embraced me although I was different, and the things we go through together. Some friendships are so intense, and even until now, I still remember the littlest things we used to do.
However, some people come into your life not to stay forever, only to teach you a lesson. That's what they were for me. I cannot imagine being in that circle again, because I know we don't have that much in common anymore. Hearing about them seemed strangely familiar, yet so distant. It doesn't seem like they've changed much, but I honestly am not too curious to know. I don't know if the bad blood is still there, but I know on my end, if I were to ever see them on the streets, I won't hesitate to acknowledge them. I genuinely want to wish them well, it's been way too long and we're getting too old to be holding on to grudges.
As years go by, I'm really starting to see that I truly am not the same girl I was many years ago.
And I like that.
Love,
Ashhy
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