Today I had finally gotten my confessions spoken, my issues resolved. Keeping emotions bottled up is the absolute worst way to continue living.
My relationship was falling apart, dying at the roots. Our once strong, comfortable bond became a catastrophe in as few as two months. Withering, friendship seemed to disappear and communion was just as rare. (that rhymed) Strained, friendship battled pride, depression, and competition.
Though slowly, our journey back to the love we once had is being rebuilt. The task is difficult, but like our natures, we will not give up.
At least, I definitely will not.
And though forgiven, I am still plagued.
These past few days have got me thinking.
What is honesty to people in this era?
What is honesty to friendship?
For me, friends need trust and truth. A relationship is failure without honesty. I rarely have kept anything from those closest to me, yet I feel I do not receive the same satisfaction. I am being selfish - it is not that I need to know, I just do not appreciate lies and deceptions.
My thoughts have been analyzed, my mind torn open, my heart read. My stupidity analyzed, my confessions detested. For being honest, I had to suffer. My pains and rants were exposed; yet, they hid the truth - in denial of their own breaches of privacy.
Why is it that today friendship is regarded so insignificantly? “I love you” holds no more meaning, “Best Friend” holds no more truth. In fact, everything holds no more truth. The world is propelled by faults, lies, and rumors. Relationships are alliances, and love is war.
It it like the only person we can truly trust - is ourselves. In such a corrupted world, true friendship is simply a myth. I want a friend who could be faithful, true, and dependable. Someone I would never doubt, never question, and never live without. I must ask myself: do I hold these kinds of friends? Friends that can cope with honesty - mine and theirs?
What is honesty?
It is friendship.
