I recently broke up with someone. A lovely man. But the timing was all wrong for me. We met this week for a quiet drink and he was as lovely as ever. I know he?s sad that we aren?t together anymore and I?m sad I?ve caused him pain. I feel I?ve disappointed him, yet I?m offering something incredibly valuable: my friendship.I?m loyal to my friends. I spent time with them. Share confidences with them. Do fun things with them. Let them cry on my shoulder. I really try to be a good friend. So why do I feel that by offering the hand of friendship, I am offering something second-best, a kind of consolation prize?
I suppose it?s never nice to hear those words, ?Let?s just be friends.? Heaven knows, I?ve been on the receiving end of them often enough. But now I?m saying them instead of hearing them, I?m realising just what a big thing it is to offer the hand of friendship to another human being.
To M, if you?re reading this, I hope we?ll always be friends.
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