As of late, I have been having issues with a friend of mine. Now normally we don't have any problems, but lately he hasn't been telling me everything. Yes I know that he doesn't have to tell me everything, but being honest with me when I ask questions is atleast a start. He's entiteled to his privacy, but we're supposed to be best friends, right? Well that's what I thought.
Monday night I had left a status on facebook about me not saying everything that I wanted to when talking to him, and another friend of mine commented telling me to text him about it and let him know what was going on. So of course I did. He's such a sweet kid, and I love him to death; therefore, I trust him with my personal life and my problems. After telling him what was going on, he simply said this: "Well, know this, no matter what, I'll always love you, just thought I'd say that :)" He really is a sweet kid. By that time it was like eleven something at night and I needed sleep. Not that that's what I got. Stupid insomnia and thoughts running through my mind kept me awake.
Tuesday morning I woke up to a text from the same friend. He said that he loved me more than words or music could express and that I didn't need to forget that. Then he asked about who I was talking to that had me so upset. So I told him. He then told me that he knew who I was talking about and then asked me if I knew a certain girl. -not naming any names so you won't know who I'm talking about- I had to admit that I didn't know her personally, but did know who she was. He informed me that the guy in question was dating her. I just sat there in the band hallway with a sad yet puzzled look on my face. Was this true? I thought as I sat there amidst the other band kids. I mean yes he (the "guy in question") had lied to me before about who he was dating and a lot of other stuff, but would he really lie about THIS?! I was befuddled. So I just texted my friend back and said something like, "What?! Since when? Cuz I was under the impression that he was dating someone else." What a way to spend a morning before band.
Now when lunch came about I texted said person we were talking about. He said that he didn't know what I was talking about, so I didn't press the issue. Honestly all I wanted was an honest answer, no matter how much it hurt to hear. That's all I ever want from him. Just an answer to everything. Everything that he does, and everything that needs to be answered. How hard is that, really?
Anyway, he didn't own up to anything that I asked him, so I gave up. I am quite upset about that, but if he wants to keep things from me, then so be it. That just means that we're most likely not going to be as good of friends as we used to be. I used to tell him everything and he used to do the same. Now, I'm lucky if I get a "Hey" or "Hello" from him like once a month. It makes me sad that we've drifted apart. I sincerely hope that our friendship get renewed soon. I keep praying about it, and I know that God will do what he sees fit for the relationship.
There was quite a bit more that I wanted to say before the paragraph that you just read, but I was a little distracted. -heh- But, this is just one short little aspect of my week that definitely didn't go as planned. I haven't been able to sleep very well because of the whole situation and I've had this nagging feeling deep in my gut. But I shall definitely get everything resolved soon. The guy in question said that all I had to do was give him some time, and then he'd have answers for me. My first thought was, "Hah that's what you said last time you and your girlfriend broke up." But we shall see. I bet he's probably trying to come up with some elaborate lie to tell me that he knows I'll believe. Gosh, I am so stupid to believe him every time! -face desk- Ugh! I even promised myself that I wouldn't do that. -sigh-
Yes, that has been part of my week, or I guess mostly a major issue that's been going on for the last thirteen months of my life. -oh wow, how lame and I?-
Thursday, February 18, 2010
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