I have a pair of spectacles. Two pairs, actually. The old one’s broken. So, my mom got me a new one. I would fix the old one again and again, and it would keep breaking. I am very attached to the old ones. So, I can’t actually let them go.
I have a friend. Actually only one friend. After publishing
my first book, I started losing my friends. One by one. But that one, I’ll call
her Berry here, she was there, always. We would fight, and then I would apologise and
fix our friendship, scared to lose my one friend. It happened again and again.
In our chat, I said I would choose her over my other
friend, a new friend, the one who I have been talked to only a couple times.
Let’s name him Apple. Apple and Berry are enemies. So, I didn’t get too close with Apple. And Berry said I didn’t have to choose. And then she said that she was selfish and that
she would choose herself, always. I was confused and then she said that, As
long as there a remote part of Apple in her life, she would be screwed. I was taken
aback. I asked her if she was breaking our friendship. She said she was.
I think it’s time I put away my old spectacles and try
my new ones, and hope that they’ll be different.
