tales of silent yearning
I don't think people truly grasp the extent to which I value friendships. Aside from my family, friendships have been the cornerstone of my life. Growing up, my world was filled with friends, and that's precisely why I hold them in such high regard. For me, they are the most precious and vital aspect of existence.
I understand that life can get overwhelmingly busy, but I firmly believe that should never be an excuse to disregard or neglect a friendship. If someone's idea of a low-maintenance friendship amounts to simply scrolling through my Instagram stories, then those aren't genuine friends.
I don't mind catching up every few months, or even every six months or once a year. All I ask for is to know that I've crossed their minds at least once. You see, my friends occupy my thoughts constantly. Perhaps I don't reach out immediately because I know I'm not the best at texting, but I always anticipate reconnecting when circumstances allow.
Some may consider my sentiments dramatic, but I've noticed this longing within me ever since the last time. Isn't it disheartening to witness a bond that dissipates without warning? Yes, I agree that a true friend is someone who stands by you during tough times, but in my opinion, it encompasses so much more.
It stings to realize that friends don't reciprocate the same level of care that I invest in them. It's a painful reminder of the discrepancy between how I treat them and how they treat me.
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