Maybe you didn't.
When romantic relationships end, we find our friends showering us with tons of advices.
He's not meant for you.
This if for the best.
All sorts.
And hard part is, it isn't really clear that an ending has actually occured.
It's a lousy situation to be in. Especially if only one of you is noticing this.
And then, the worst possible news for this month came. My great amazing loving friend Cha might move to Australia a month before i go for a vacation in Ph. I'm really happy for her and rye. This has been a plan since we were in college, talking about where we were going to settle eventually. In retrospect, these types of converstaions formed our friendship which has become one of the things I prize the most.
For whatever the reason, though, I'm certain many of us share the reality that our friends and families are far away. Not all of us, of course. But many. And all of us, regardless, face that same pull between the open road and the reunion, between getting far away and being with people who we know well, and who know us well.
The friends who I've stayed with are the sorts of relationships where a year or more can go by and when you see them again, it's like old times. The sort of people who do not expect me to write or call on a regular basis, and, mostly, the sort who don't do that themselves either. I don't have a host of close friends - just six or seven people in Manila. That's what works for me, most of the time, and I know myself well enough to know I'm not going to change.
And even though I've got acquaintances and friendships here, I sometimes get lonely. And the temptation is to blame that loneliness on the distance, deep down thinking that had my friends been here, things would've been so different.
