Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for
silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own
destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.There are times when silence has the loudest voice...
I never set standards for my friends. They are who they are. I dun expect them to be like me. They are who they are and I am who I am. When you happen to meet a friend who shares your ups and downs, thru good and bad then you're considered lucky. I think it is easy being a friend (for me at least) because all you have to do is be yourself.
Recently I learned a lesson. Being close friends all I expected was a friend to whom I can pour my heart to. Someone who will hear me out. Well, foolish of me to think so... Work is work, friend is friend ! Well...like I said...I learned my lesson. One day you think you found a person who knows you so well, and the next you get snapped.. and I realize there always exist that thin line. Words hurt more than anything else can, because they last, sometimes forever...Even if I try, I don't think I can ever share or be the person I used be.
Me being me...I have this bad habit. When smthg hurts me, I resolve into being silent in my own world. Even now, I think it is best I live in a world of my own. I don't blame anyone...I am sorry if this hurts them. It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not..
it is true...saying nothing...sometimes says the most :)