Oblast from a Not-so Distant Past

Sometimes, one’s past has a way of resurfacing itself as paths overlap in the crossroads of fate. Such  was the case a couple of weeks ago when I passed by someone I thought I would never expect myself to see ever again.

Back in the day, I had an argument with someone who I once trusted and regarded to as a friend. The argument came as a result of a line being crossed of which I could never forgive him for. While it’s not the kind of argument where we would yell at each other, it was more of “You crossed me so you’re dead to me!” kind of argument. I simply approached him, gave him a piece of my mind in a whisper and then…

BAM! Friendship’s over.

I never meant to do the way that I did but the circumstances left me with no other choice. And the person in question, it seems to me, did not get the message. Basically, there’s always a time and place for everything but when you do or say something that is, not just ill-timed but also out of line, then you shouldn’t even wonder why we’re in this situation in the first place.

Fast forward to today: I was at an overpass on my way to the nearest bus stop. And out of the blue, I saw a familiar figure, carrying a heavy handbag on one hand. Inside my mind,  was panicking and hyperventilating at the sight of the last person I’d expect to see. But on the surface, I was calm, cool and collected.

I took a quick glance to make sure that who I’m seeing is exactly who I’m seeing. I was wearing my contacts at the time so I was hoping I wouldn’t get recognised. Eventually, our paths crossed and I’m not exactly what happened but I could have sworn he also stole a quick glance, probably thinking if I was a familiar person to him as well. I was also wearing earphones connected to my phone so my face really looked occupied but I was concentrated to that chanced sight.

That moment triggered all the memories coming back into the forefront, both the good and the bad. People around me may think I’m simply holding a grudge to a senseless issue but the issue itself is a very personal one, of which I have made it clear to the people I know.

Me and the one I once considered a friend left each other on bad terms and I don’t think we would ever resolve it anytime soon.

They say that time will heal old wounds, but I don’t think it would be the case for this now.

(Editor’s note: Written last October 25, 2015)

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