It's heartening to know that old friends are your most accurate mirror of your old self, so much that you could really just check yourself against them. Even if they hadn't seen how they have changed, they could easily spot the difference in your character. Their memories of you are often the earliest impressions that they have of you. Sometimes, they even know you better than you know yourself.

When he said and pointed out how I have changed and how things have changed for the whole batch of us, I couldn't help but wonder if it was truly fate and circumstances playing their games. Perhaps the fault was mine, for getting too caught up in a world where I excluded myself from the world, existing in my own cage of solitary confinement. If there was anyone to be blamed, it has to be me.

Had I been wiser.
Had I been mature enough.

Then we wouldn't have ended our friendship on that sorry, pathetic note.
Perhaps nothing would have changed, and I wouldn't have lost myself.

And if I could turn back time, I would have at least tried to keep the friendship I had underestimated.

To the one person that I have wronged in ways greater than one, I am sorry.

For I have belittled the friendship and made it seem to be absolutely nothing, when in reality, it meant the world to me.



Yet, the path I took is the path I should.