A story is told about a friend of yours. A friend who has a long-standing relationship with flaws. Good times, bad times and still there is good somewhere to have still retained the friendship power.
The story sounds enticing. The human listens, ponders, thinks back to times when life was on the flip-side. Comparison begins and forms a sticky feeling of questions forming in the brain.
Could this be true. Did I miss something. Was I blind sighted. What have other people said about this person. Look at those questions flying in your head.
You suddenly feel queasy. You wonder if you have played the major role of the fool. A tennis game of back and forth, over the net, under the net.
You finally shake yourself. You tell yourself there is no fact. These are words. Ugly words, yes, but words. Show me the proof.
There is no proof to be shown. You decide to move forward. You have weighed the pros and cons. You know the outside and in.
Words, gossip spreading; isn’t this the best damn way to split up a relationship of any kind?
Think first; react last. Have the proof before you lose something precious.
Written by my feelings,