The expression on my face was a sad, disappointed gaze locked. On the spot his figure last stood, I remembered the last of him fade slowly away from my memory. I could only wish what had just happened didn’t really happen. The words that had strewn from his mouth;
Break up?
Separate ways?
Lost interest?
Was I just some play toy he threw in the back of his closet, next to his old Lego’s and Lincoln Logs? Had this all been a game of cat and mouse? I was the stupid little “thing” he played, than he chewed me up and spit me out?
Anger welled up in my heart, but I knew the undeniable truth that I couldn't’t, shouldn’t, and wouldn't be mad at. Love is not something that can be forced by sheer will, and I couldn't’t be upset that he didn’t love me, I didn’t want to keep him from finding his special someone.
I wiped the tears from my face, gave one last hug, and said my heart filled goodbye. We did go different ways but we remained good friends, and I was happy to be the maid of honor at his wedding 6 years later. And he was glad to be best man at mine not 2 months after his.
He was the godfather of my first child and I the god mother of his second, his wife and I became friends, but my friendship with him never shrunk, it grew more and more, we loved having play dates and planning parties together, it was my way of expression to not get mad so many years before, and his expression to stay friends.
So as hard as change may be, it doesn’t have to change 100%
