There is no such thing as a neverending friendship. The idea itself is purely utopic, to think that someone will stand with us forever no matter what happens. Some of you may think otherwise but let’s be reallistic, if it hasn’t yeat happened to you, it will.
We like to surround ourselves with people we like, people we know we can trust, people that trust us, people that for one or many reasons, have given us friendship and we took it gladly. Those friends mean a great deal to us and it is with them that we share our moments of happiness and sadness. The relationship can be formed by various ways but normally, through time spent together and a great number of conversations.
After we have spent time with them, we are already hoping for the next time we will be with them and we are concerned about them whenever things go wrong. Through time and intimacy, we come to know those little details that give away the mood the other person is in.
Of course, there isn’t someone perfect and our friends do have flaws. And sometimes arguments happen, arguments that are most of the times overcome. But not all arguments can be overcome, not all flaws can be polished, not all clashes can be forgotten.
And when pride gets a hold of the argument, the friendship is lost. Sometimes we simply don’t care or we don’t want to get even more angry but the ending result is the same: the end of a great friendship. And the fact remains, sooner or later; in a way or another, the friendship will end.
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Some days ago, a friend of mine (A) told me he was trying to forget the love he felt for one of my closest friends (M). Trying to help them out, I told my close friend his intentions in an attempt that he could mend things and everything could be allright with them. Then, he (M) talked to A asking if what I said was true. They argued and I think their relationship is pretty messed up.
A talked to me saying that I had betrayed him and that I was a dissappointment,that his trust for me was gone. I really didn’t saw this coming, all I wanted to do was help and okay, I didn’t but my intentions were good so I acted rather coldly and uncaring and said “why should I talk with you and respond to all your arguments if we are never to talk again?”
I was sure that those were the last words we ever exchanged and I knew the consequences of what I was saying, and that didn’t stopped me at all. I just wasn’t up for being insulted when my actions were good in their objective.
Carlos André da Palma Alves
