Person from The Past

People hurt people in many different ways on many different levels.

If someone hurt me I'd eventually forgive that person and make an effort, atleast a small one, to stay friends. I never really liked to disapoint people because that would make me feel bad. I guess ... I'm a people pleaser, or atleast I try to be.

All People have good in them, right? People also treat people differntly then the next.

She is a person from the past.



Introduction:

"Give me a hug! I've missed you," she reaches for me.

I relunctlantly accept her hug. She is a person from the past. Earlier that week her daughter, my neice, said the same thing to me.

"What is going on?" I thought to myself.

We exchanged pleasentries and I eventually invite her in. She showed up at my door with my daughter. She gave her a ride home from my mothers home. My mother is a woman I wonder about. I really don't understand my mom but I think she secretly hates me in a motherly way. (Sorry if that doesn't make sense but my childhood didn't either.)

I thought I had ended our friendship. It never works out. We don't care for each other. Atleast not like real friends do. If she needed something of course I'd help if she asked but a stranger with a good heart would do the same.


She goes on about all these new things happening in her life and her new found freedom. She recently made a big decision.

I tell her, "Great for you."

I was sincerely excited for her despite how I feel about our "friendship". I thought I made a clean break but it's hard when she is the mother of my neice. She isn't that bad. I just don't trust her and I'm pretty sure she feels the same way about me.

We grew up together. We had a past, an unpleasent one. We always quietly competed with each other. Analyzing what each other had or didn't have. Who gained weight more and so on. Real friends don't do that. Yet She considered me a friend? Perhaps the friend deserves a better definition then the one given when we were younger.


I'm changing. I have learned the hard way what constitutes as love. I have yet to understand friendship. I'm just trying to survive. Life is so much more complicated when you get older.

"Thats wonderful," I told Her, "I'm so happy for you. It's like an adenture." She contiued on about the freedom she felt. She seemed excited to share with me her life. It was nice to hear her story.

Whenever anyone can find pleasure in their life that is wonderful.

End Introduction.