Don’t ever sell your self short,he had said.That is probably the best advice he had given me.Sadly that is one of the last too.
Funny to think he was only 19 when I met him.I was much younger.He hated me calling him old.But what else do you call old people?
It has been so long.Too long I think.I digress.
Just when I needed validation to my being, he wanted to tell me to be strong and fend for myself. He wanted me to know that I had to learn to validate my own self.If I kept looking out for others to do it, I will only end up being insecure.I had to find me and learn how to love what I did end up finding.
We both agreed that we are responsible for all our actions.It is always easy to pass the buck and blame another.But whatever happens to us, has us responsible for it the most. He wanted me to pick up my pieces and start over, when he had said that to me.
Such a time isn’t the time to give your friends advice I would argue.He should have supported me and be there and give me his strong shoulders to cry on.Tell me he still loved me.
But friends have their own designs I think. So many times when you think they are being cruel and selfish and and do not care, they decide you are ready to learn one of life’s harsh lessons.
I walked out of his life, for that one thing he had said to me.Times were just so bad.I might have been wrong in the decision I made.But I stand up for myself. After all he taught me how to.In all these years there isn’t a single day I haven’t thought of him. For good or bad.
He turns 30 today.How I wish I could be there to see his face cringe everytime I would remind him how old he has got.Rub it in real hard that now he is over the cliff.Another year and his age wont even feature in the calender. I mean really 30 is OLD.
Ok fine, I lie..he turns 29.But still that is old.