But then again, I may be just a little idealistic.
Yesterday I posted what will probably be the last poem I'll ever write about someone I have loved with desperation for the past number of months. This is not because I love this person any less or because I'm over everything that has happened, but because this person has shown me through his actions towards his friends that he is not the kind of person I thought he was, and as such, not someone I am interested in having in my life.
Sometimes I wonder why it is that people, once they enter a certain comfort zone, feel that they are entitled to do and undo in regards to other people as they see fit... the fact of the matter is that just because someone loves you unconditionally - as all friends should- that does not give you a licence to treat them as though they are to be there only when you want them around.
True friendship doesn't work that way. Friendship is a two way street.
If you are lucky enough to have someone care for you unintentionally and is always there for you, you should take that gift and embrace it and if possible reciprocate it. The real world is a cruel place and the thought of walking through it alone should be enough to terrify even the bravest of souls. Although people change, in my experience I have found that true friendships are like palm trees: they sway in the direction of the winds until they find calm again.
If someone can't be a good friend to their friends, that speaks volumes about their character. I don't want in my life people who see friendships as convenient or as a commodity when in reality what they should be thinking is that they are a gift from life.
"The only way to have a friend is to be one."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson