Lesson learned?
Friday, May 30, 2008I tell you a story of my life.
Many many years ago back in my high school years - I had a friend. Our friendship grew over time. There were good times and there were bad times. Times when we got told off by our teachers, sneaking out of a study tour to do our own sightseeing, hunting for good cheap food and going to the beach, the times when we're stressing up over exams and tests, the times when we told each other secrets. It was all good.
Not so long after the friendship built, he told me he wanted to leave. He wanted to ask for a transfer to another classroom where all of his friends were. He said he does not feel he fit in where he is now. I was mad. I was real mad. That was my first taste of disappointment. I told him I don't want him to leave. I asked him what the hell is wrong with my friends. I just dont get it. At last I reached my own conclusion that he never sees me as his friend anyway. What is the point of begging him to stay.
Over a course of several days he kept on telling me that he is going to go to the teacher and sk for the transfer. And for several days I asked him to re-consider. Until that day when I drawn my own conclusion. I was being mean and saying things that I don't mean. I said to him that he always talks and never walk the talk. "If you wanted to leave so badly, then do it."
Things have never been the same since. I was hurt. Apparently, he did too. We never spoken to each other since then until my last day at school before heading to New Zealand. There was regret, heartache and other unpleasant feelings. But unfortunately this is something that irreversible.
This is an old story. We're back in speaking terms again. But it's not the same. Time heals - but never forget. I should have learned from it. But, have I?
Many many years ago back in my high school years - I had a friend. Our friendship grew over time. There were good times and there were bad times. Times when we got told off by our teachers, sneaking out of a study tour to do our own sightseeing, hunting for good cheap food and going to the beach, the times when we're stressing up over exams and tests, the times when we told each other secrets. It was all good.
Not so long after the friendship built, he told me he wanted to leave. He wanted to ask for a transfer to another classroom where all of his friends were. He said he does not feel he fit in where he is now. I was mad. I was real mad. That was my first taste of disappointment. I told him I don't want him to leave. I asked him what the hell is wrong with my friends. I just dont get it. At last I reached my own conclusion that he never sees me as his friend anyway. What is the point of begging him to stay.
Over a course of several days he kept on telling me that he is going to go to the teacher and sk for the transfer. And for several days I asked him to re-consider. Until that day when I drawn my own conclusion. I was being mean and saying things that I don't mean. I said to him that he always talks and never walk the talk. "If you wanted to leave so badly, then do it."
Things have never been the same since. I was hurt. Apparently, he did too. We never spoken to each other since then until my last day at school before heading to New Zealand. There was regret, heartache and other unpleasant feelings. But unfortunately this is something that irreversible.
This is an old story. We're back in speaking terms again. But it's not the same. Time heals - but never forget. I should have learned from it. But, have I?
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