Sometimes adjusting to a new change can completely be a bittersweet feeling. I'm not talking about the kind of change like a new job, or moving, or starting a new school. Those are changes, yes, but the change I am talking about is the kind of change that can be the hardest. Saying goodbye to someone. Getting them out of your life. Not being close anymore.
I have a friend. He's been here for me a long time. Over two years. At one time he was my best friend and I thought he was the best thing that ever happened to me. But sometimes happiness can only last so long before it starts to fall apart. Him and I dated and then were friends after that but it's just been kind of hard on me. Him and I don't agree on anything and he refuses to see me in person because of some reasons that I don't completely agree with. He wants sympathy about most things and tells me what to do. What kind of friend does that? After a while I told him that I was kind of sick of all of this. He was sick of me. I was sick of him. So as of two days ago I just told him that the best thing for both of us is probably if we don't talk because I'm at the point in my life I want to do my own thing, meet new people, start a new chapter in my life. How can I do this when he's standing in the way? When he wants me. But only half way. More so being a parental figure than a friend. What the heck? He's younger than me A, and B, it's not going to work when we only have a "friendship" over texting and he has to tell me what to do. I'm over it. I'm better of because I would get so upset. When someone stops making you happy and does nothing for you besides bring the bad side of you out...wouldn't you say it's wise to move on? Move on to better things? It's hard thinking how close him and I have been over the years and how much we've been through and what he's helped me through--but sometimes you just have to let go. I have moved on and I am really content with everything right now.
Which brings me to my next point. New boy. Nice boy. makes me happy.
He's older than me.
Much older than me.
(Go ahead push your jaw back up because I KNOW it dropped). But I don't care what other people think. In all honestly it's only a big deal to people who make it a big deal. . My parents are 11. I bet you're wondering how we met? We met at a bible study through Lutheran Church of Hope in WDM. It was funny because he walked through the door and I literally was like HOLY....COW....this guy is adorable. I turned to my friend and whispered "wow, he's cute, we're gonna end up dating someday" Lone and behold did I know he was thinking the same thing about me and how he thought I was cute. Little did he know I was still in HIGH SCHOOL. We started talking and progressively just started going out to coffee and staying up late talking on the phone about little things like our families and random facts about us. We aren't officially "together" and I'm not sure if it's in the plans or what because you never know what could happen. All I know is he is a great guy and I have realized how much better I am feeling when I'm with someone who genuinely cares and likes me for me.
So change CAN be hard. But sometimes saying goodbye to someone can actually mean that somebody else will come along and make you just as happy. (or happier)
