Yesterday was a really outstanding day for me.
My exams finally came to an end as I stormed my Spanish exam with an A* which I am so happy with. And my day got even better.
As many people know, July 15th was a very special day, because Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 came out, concluding the worlds favourite tale of magic. For many people, that magic will never die. One of my friends was extremely upset and it really sunk in just how important this movie has been throughout our childhoods. We've grown up with Harry and his clan, following his every move, cheering him on all the way. It was an absolutely spectacular movie and I believe it was the perfect way to end it.
But again, my night got better.
I've talked about him before, my old best friend. I've also talked about he seems to go places I go. Well, he was there last night. And, he smiled at me. It's amazing how much joy I get out of one tiny little gesture, well, to most people it is anyway. But to me, his smiles are a sign of hope. Yesterday, I also got told some things which were truly shocking- they were to do with the scumbag that hurt me so much. All this time, I was curious as to why my old best friend acted the way he did and confessed something so secret to him. But now, I know why he did it. He did it to protect me of his ways. (this is so hard to make sense of without saying their names, but I can't, so bare with me.) The guy who hurt me has done something so terrible to somebody else, that it made me realise that if my old best friend hadn't of done what he did, then that person would have been me. I'd have been hurt even worse than I was a year and a half ago. Because believe you me, it's taken me until now to get over it. And I'm sure that if the thing that happened to someone else because of him had of happened to me, then I'd be hurting all of my life. My friend had to hurt me in order to benefit me in the end. That, is something that I will never forget. Because to me, that is a sign of love. I know I keep going on about how it isn't the stereotypical type of love: but it really isn't. I can't explain it. It's just something that I know how I feel, and I think he feels it too.
We're finally on the same level. I can finally start to look towards the future again, without ever thinking of what could have, should have happened. Because in actual fact, what happened was meant to happen.
No comments:
Post a Comment