She was not easily broken.
Tears weren't something she often allowed...anger on the other hand, was a defense that came quickly, and naturally.
Realizing that every person must choose the paths of their own life, she still couldn't shake the thought of how he'd dismissed her so easily; as if to be rid of her was his only option.
They'd been friends for a long time. Close friends, she once thought. They'd had their ups and downs, but always seemed to somehow meet back in the middle...happy to have that little corner they somehow created all for themselves. No matter what.
He wasn't hers to control, nor did she want to. She felt nothing romantic deep in her heart; only the pull of someone with a similar soul. But he was stubborn, and no matter how much she might argue to save their friendship, she was dismissed, her feelings swept away with a wave of his hand.
She believed the ties of true friendship couldn't, and wouldn't be broken...time and distance making no difference.
Had she been wrong?
Had she been tricked into believing a fallacious idea, a lie?
Maybe it wasn't true friendship after all. Maybe it was a disheartening illusion making her believe that they shared some higher level of acceptance in each other without judgment, with feelings of kinship, and that little click of camaraderie. Perhaps it had been a false notion all along.
She was sad, wounded, and not too proud to admit it.
But she was also angry at herself for not realizing that some people never remove their masks, and the ultimate price for her innocent belief was a crushing blow as he brushed her to the side...quite easily it seemed.
She was bitter, but she would live. She would eventually forget what she thought their friendship meant to him. She realized now that apparently, she'd been horribly mistaken.
But even hurt, she would wait. Maybe he might change his mind.
"Friendship is not a shared, singular object. At any given point, the fate of friendship lies in the hands of only one-half of what would appear to some to be a whole entity."