A Reason, A Season Or A Lifetime?

Before you leave a person, there are often so many things you want to say to them. You have made a difference to the person I am today. Thank you for the laughter. Thank you for the fights. Thank you for the memories. Many sleepless nights have been crawled through with thoughts of the impending separation. But when you are right there, at that moment, the rehearsed thoughts refuse to metamorphose into words. And your mind resembles a blank piece of paper, while a War Of The Emotions wages deep in your heart.

I detest goodbyes. Last year I faced a succession of goodbyes in the span of a week. And I was weak.

A year and many, many moments of tears later, I feel stronger. The tears had come from fear of the future. But I have learnt that with sufficient work, friendships do last the distance. The necessity for fear and the subsequent tears therefore no longer exists. And I am glad.

A really wise friend of mine, who has a knack for saying the most perfect words at the most perfect moments, said to remember that friendships are for 'a reason, a season or a lifetime.' I am just hoping our relationship is the latter most.

I remember saying that insecurity is a bitch. And after you are screwed over a couple of times, insecurity sets in faster and trust slower. But it is in moments like these, when you realise that you have been a significant part of somebody's life, that you feel completely secure.

Tonight, I shall sleep well.