It is hard sometimes to admit that you were in the wrong; it is even harder to admit defeat.
This wasn't in a cafe. We just had XO fish soup. I was telling a story. That wasn't the first time I told the story to them.
What makes it different this time round is that one of them admitted something.
"I was in that state before. It could be a rebound or... I don't know. I just didn't know what I was doing... felt kind of lost and empty," she said firmly and knowingly.
At that juncture, I looked at her but I did not say anything. I could not. I was at a loss for words.
"Is this new to me or have I always known this?" I thought.
Pride for my friend swelled. I am immensely proud of her. Recognising that part of you is one thing but saying out loud is admission; it is confession.
We did not dissuade her during that time. We gently discouraged her. On hindsight, I am not sure whether I was being a good friend, whether I did the right thing. It made me feel quite guilty.
So this is my admission.
This wasn't in a cafe. We just had XO fish soup. I was telling a story. That wasn't the first time I told the story to them.
What makes it different this time round is that one of them admitted something.
"I was in that state before. It could be a rebound or... I don't know. I just didn't know what I was doing... felt kind of lost and empty," she said firmly and knowingly.
At that juncture, I looked at her but I did not say anything. I could not. I was at a loss for words.
"Is this new to me or have I always known this?" I thought.
Pride for my friend swelled. I am immensely proud of her. Recognising that part of you is one thing but saying out loud is admission; it is confession.
We did not dissuade her during that time. We gently discouraged her. On hindsight, I am not sure whether I was being a good friend, whether I did the right thing. It made me feel quite guilty.
So this is my admission.
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