It has not been so long since I am back in CZ (oops, I wrote "home" before but home is where the sun is). I have been getting organized and of course thinking a lot about the last year.
I have not changed. People do not change.
They just act different according to circumstances, places, people.
However, I like when things are put into perspective. I look at old pictures, not out of melancholy, but because I have thousands of pictures and I need to organize them. I do not have any broken feelings over people that preferred to trade my friendship for others.
I like perspective.
That is how I learned that at the end of August, my friend died. He drowned. If I say, he was a genuinely nice person, I mean it - he is the definition of those words. Logically, I have been remembering our times together (funny how so many buried memories tend to pop up in your head once you stimulate the remembering process) and all our memories are from Alicante.
And the very same day my once very (very, very, very) close friend left, without even saying good bye. I realised that Donovan is dead. I realised Donovan would never hurt anyone. And he would be always protective of and nice to his friends.
I realised I really lost someone who was sweet and who would never betray me.
I realised the girl took me for a disposable toy. I was just the convenient friend. Trashed friend. A blow for my feelings and maybe the ego (you never know) but things must be put in perspective.
She intentionally hurt me. He would never do that. And he dies. He is dead.
She is not.
I like things in perspective.
Exou Exou
BG
PS Saw her recently on her pics. She is again the nice winter girl. The girl I used to like. Funny.