Letting go of someone I love dearly has never been easy for me. Even if it was for the briefest time, the memory lingers on. I just realized that one of my most precious crystal-clear memories actually took place 2 years ago. Till now I recall every word - written and spoken, every trip we made, the big milestones we achieved, and the little details in every exciting encounter.
We're no longer together, but we remain friends. I have set him free to find himself and to love another, and I'm glad for him that he has found her.
Why then, do I still recall this friendship, short though it may have been? Why, even though wrought with its own bumps, do I add this journey to the list of "things I'll never regret for the rest of my life"?
Perhaps it was because he treated me with respect. His acceptance of who I was, and support for who I wanted to be, truly liberated me. The same was true vice versa.
We could be ourselves with each other: utterly nutty, extremely wacky, going very very loony. And when no other eyes were watching, we gradually opened up our hearts, shared our lives, bore each other's struggles, respected each other's vulnerability, upheld the privacy... knowing that each trusted the other fully. I was beside him when he encountered personal crisis. And a year later, he stood with me when I encountered it too.
Then again it could be because we entrusted God with our relationship from the very beginning. We knew it was a hazy future, and we couldn't quite make out what we wanted. So we prayed that no matter what happened, we would let Him direct our paths, and asked that we would make each moment count. That prayer is answered today.
With each fond memory, I thank the Lord for the chance to make a difference in his life, and for him to make a difference in mine. *smiles warmly*
Thank you, you.
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