Monday, 1 September 2014

WHEN A FAMILIAR FACE BECOMES A STRANGER

They say that when opposites attract, the bond formed is stronger than that of similar persons. This is something that even Science cannot refute. The result of many a such attractions is great friendships or life long relationships that are more often than not cherished for life. I had or have such a friend. I say had because I am not sure if that friendship will continue to hold water after a current occurrence. I can say have because I do hope that deep down that friendship still exists in our hearts even if cannot continue to exist in reality. Some may call such a friendship forbidden but I tend to think that all relationships can be saved if both parties come to a consensus. It may be far fetched but who's to say one has been damned to their faults?
Walking through the corridors and seeing that face in silence. When you cannot even utter a hello because you are afraid of no response. When you cannot text because you know you will finish the conversation in your head pretending to know what the other would say. When you have a dream about this person which on a normal day you would talk about and laugh, you ask yourself why your dreams are invaded. When your friend talks about them but you can't comment because you no longer know this person. Their face is familiar but they have become a stranger whose thoughts you no longer know and whose actions cannot be predicted. It is as though the memories have been erased and the expectations crushed. The glass that was almost full was pushed over the edge and the water seeped through the soil and the glass broke as if shattering every bit of evidence.
So now I am in an odd place. Questions and thoughts compete because there is no consistent train of thought. Sometimes absence suppresses emotions but seeing someone after a myriad of recurring things that are distinct to this person you realize that you can only forget so much. Time and again however we shall cross paths on a personal level but the outcome shall be solely dictated by circumstance. Shall we cease to be familiar and always remain strangers or shall that veil be lifted and reality shall become as we once knew it? I guess time will tell the tale of the friends that became.......

Until I can find the words to end this tale, take care.
Jacquie.