"Just give me another chance to prove you that I can change..", he said..
Being able to see inside of me made me see things in different perspective and I fully understand that he saw things in his perspective. Fair enough. I guess we lack of the ability to see inside each other and understand each other's story better.
It felt like every time we try to make the other party to understand our point of view, we are plunging a knife and shredding our own self piece by piece. It felt wrong.
We use to be friends. We use to laugh and ad-libbing each other's jokes.
We use to have fun.
I hate being angry all the time.
I hate being angry at him all the time.
I'm scared that we have to mold our self to be an entirely different person so we'll still be able to walk hand in hand without taking that knife and shredding each other out to pieces.
I'm scared that at the end of this journey, we will look at the mirror and say, "who is this person? This is not me.."
I'd rather walk away with a stamp of a bad guy rather than to change what he is.
Because he have something great.
He is something precious. But he just don't realize it yet.
If I choose to walk away, it's not because I hate him.
But because I love him as a friend and I know that he is capable of doing great things.
Get up from your fall..
I will still be there..
As a friend..
because this is just the beginning.
