Guess what I did? Today I woke up, styled my hair for me, and chose my best clothes to dress for me. I looked in the mirror, a satisfied smile spread over my extraordinarily beautiful face and I. I had done this for one person and that person was me.
You see, an unusual event brought about this change. No, it wasn’t unusual really; same old same old stuff that happens. The Bible as always is true; there is nothing new on the face of the earth. But yeah, he dared to do it. He dared to try to play my friend and I. Girl was I astonished? No. shocked? I am not sure. I can’t explain what I felt the moment I found out.
But as my feelings started to surface, I felt the hurt. Someone must have been doing an open hurt surgery on me and I didn’t even know. They must have not bothered with anesthesia because the pain was unbearable, they must have used a sword in place of a surgical knife.
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to respond to such treachery. I wanted to hate my friend, I wanted to never speak to her ever again, I wanted to make her feel the same pain I felt. But I couldn’t bring myself to do any of these. I sat down and thought about how far we had come. What we had been through together and the wonderful memories that we have had. We have held each other hands, pulled ourselves out of the gutters, and had numerous light moments where we have laughed our hearts out. I could not find the courage to throw all that down the drain. Not over a fool (and I am not saying this lightly). So I chose our friendship over supposed love.
I swore to myself that I was not going to stress over it. I was not going to lose weight over him and if I was going to eat any ice cream or chocolate, it was not going to be because I am comfort-eating, but because I am patting myself on the shoulder for not fighting another woman over a man.
I was glad I had found the courage to move on with dignity. He was not worth pining over. If he could break my trust, if he could try to play my friend and me, then he was not worth losing a beautiful friendship over.
So unlike days of old, when I would lose sleep over a thing like this; I squared my shoulders and thought, not this girl, not today, not this time. I have never felt this accomplished.
Why did I write this letter? I don’t know. But I didn’t want to resort to posting motivational quotes on social media. I hope you pick a motivational quote that you can post on yours though. It will be the hint that I somehow made sense of writing this.
Till the next time I will write to rumble.
Your friend,
Me.
Free to Fly 