A familiar face. A choke of regrets. A thousand words left unsaid. Two people who stopped talking.

A friendship left hanging, a little broken and wounded. Two people who used to laugh at the same things and sang the same songs. He was someone. A close friend.

But we became distant. We turned to strangers.

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It's sad when someone you were once close to becomes the person you want to avoid the most. When you have hurt someone, the less you would want to go near them lest they feel more pain in your presence.

Our eyes meet. But the gazes are swift. "Wait. There's something I want to say."
But those words are always left unspoken.

We still hear each other's voices in the hallway. We listen to their conversations with others because we miss talking to them.

If only the words we've been dying to tell each other could outdo the silence between us each time we are close. If only those were enough to fill the empty voids in our hearts.


Today, I had the chance to talk to a friend I thought I had lost awhile ago. I was waiting for the lift and I was a little taken aback when I was greeted by a swarm of people rushing out of the lift. That person was holding the door.
Everyone left and our eyes met for a few seconds.
Instead of shifting gazes like we usually do, we just stood there in silence and we smiled.

I choked on my tears but it was out of joy. It was of gratitude and happiness.

Only a few people who really know me would understand how much I genuinely treasure my family and friendships with my closest friends. To me, my closest friends are like family to me. It doesn't matter how much I give. It doesn't matter how much lesser I receive. It's about unconditionality. 

We talked a little after that.

So today, this was the first thing that made me happy. Even though things still feel more or less the same, at least, at the very least, it was something. It meant a thing.

After everything, I still hope that I wouldn't lose a friend like him. I hope we'd still remain friends even if we can never ever go back to what we once were.

/ Listen: If there's something you have been wanting to do for a long time and still haven't done it, I hope you have the courage to do so tomorrow. If something is broken, mend it. If there needs to be a closure, go ahead and do it even if it's going to kill you.

"The unresolved past will always find you again, whether it's love or hatred." /

"Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness."