Briefly, I learned a lot being x's friend. But I have to say that he really made me feel good about myself. He was a good brother on many days, but a jerk on some days as well.
I learned that making myself small didn't help me grow as a person, which is exactly how I placed myself when x and I were still Bros. I guess I put myself lower because it seemed like a way to get his attention and care. In my eyes, he was like the king all mighty, and I was supposed to be his most loyal servant or something, but then it went overboard. I had the feeling that I wasn't a good enough friend to him anymore, which I later realized that it was the opposite. I cared a lot. But only because he was the most open friend I've ever had, and he was the person I've been the most open to in my life. It felt good to be able to say anything I wanted to say or even to be there for my Bro when he needed some comfort even though it was for a few times only.
X was the person I've had the best friendship with, but also the worst. I don't regret being his Bro, friend, and homeslice, and I will always remember the happiness we shared as close friends.
"We accept the love we think we deserve."
Peeta District 12
· Mon Nov 04, 2013 @ 04:58am · 0 Comments