I’ve been having flashbacks of my first time to step foot in Trinoma, for a gaming company’s event, where my former bestfriend hosted. It was bright and confusing, but at that moment, everything was great and clear and exciting. It was one of those moments when I treasured having someone to call a “Bes”. Someone to support, and someone who needed me.
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It’s one of those days when I know my feelings are valid, because I’m sure I’m not experiencing PMS, and I have pretty good evidence that these things are real and I’m not just hyperbolic.
I’m feeling topsy-turvy. My former bestfriend is getting married in a week, and or course, the RSVP needs to be filled out, not only for her, but for the rest of our friends as well. I’ve been saying for a year that I won’t go: after all, it was this decision to marry that nailed the lid to the coffin of our long-suffering friendship. It’s not that I’m sour-graping; I may not support the union, but I’m glad she has found her soulmate, and seems to be heading for a blissful if naive life ahead of her.
The reason I opt not to go is that I know it will be weird. It will be emotional for me, to not even be asked to be on her entourage, after 8 years of friendship. I don’t want it to be about me, but knowing myself, I would not be able to help it. That she’s getting married without my help or nor even a little of involvement, or even knowledge of what she went through in the wedding preparations, that stings. I try to let it slide off my back, but it really really hurts. She did not need me. I was cut off my bestfriend’s life without remorse. It was that easy.
I don’t want to taint what is to be the “happiest day of her life” with a bitterness I can’t help but feel. Can’t I even pretend to be supportive? I am supportive. I know she doesn’t want to hear anything from me so I’ve shut up and quietly slinked off her life. Sure, we chat sometimes, and I still can’t help updating her occasionally of my life-swirling troubles, but as far as we’re both concerned, our friendship is in limbo. We’re fair-weather friends. We are not close.
I could easily say that this was the biggest loss in my life. To lose a friend not to death but to life circumstances. The pain resonates deep within me that even if I try to hide it and bury it beneath reason and logic and other relationship templates, it still hurts.
I’ve long made up my mind to not be at her wedding. But now, my ex bestfriend has hinted on giving me the physical invite for her wedding, and I have to tell her pointblank that I’m not going. Also, friends have appealed that I go, because I owed it to the whole group to be there for each other if not for Mitch.
I don’t know what to feel about that. But I guess I won’t make a final final decision until I’ve talked to Mitch about it. I owe her that at least.
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It’s become more frequent that I feel overwhelmed by this thing they call falling in love.
It’s not that I hate it, but it is an inconvenience, especially to rational thinking. This is something I cannot explain, because I still believe I have no business falling in love this hard and this fast.
This is cannonballing into a heartbreak.
Still, knowing he loves me makes every loss bearable.
-It’s a terrible, terrible mistake, Chubs,
but you turn out to be the fucking love of my life.
Love Actually (2003)
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