I was serious when I promised myself I’ll never trust anyone anymore. Who needs a weak wall to lean on anyway? It is as good as nothing.
But guess what—promises are really meant to be broken—I found myself trusting once again. Pathetic truth isn’t it?
Here I am— seas and mountains away from home… I was once determined to live alone…away from family and friends… and most of all, stay away from making friends. Seems like running away from reality—no… I need friends…never.
I then tried to reach out—but I was rejected by the old ones. Perhaps they are fed up of me—slap me dear reality! It hurts but it is reality speaking—dare to find fault?
Came to a realization this past few days and I have proven myself wrong… my pride of not wanting a friend and fear of trusting is not a help.
I was accepted by people whom I never thought would accept me, for who I am— me being snob, bad-tempered, oftentimes self-centered. With their little bit of hesitant of trusting me back—I presumed; we became good friends. We differ from one another, but our chemistry produces good product. It may be an early conclusion, but those people I never expected to become my good friends are such a wonderful blessing right now. I owe them my laughter and smile—.
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