I’m slightly under the influence of influenza at the moment, so do forgive me if what I write here might look like a delusional bollocks… Last night, when I was cruelly awaken from my dreams by stuffed nose and complete loss of breathing abilities, and while patiently awaiting when the medication will do its magic and give me relief, I’ve been laying staring into the ceiling and I’ve been thinking…
I’ve said something in e-mail conversation with a friend, said without much thinking why I did that, just it was a right word that came up in the right place to put it…anyway…I’ve said: you know, once I love my friends, i can never unlove. (This was about friendship, btw…) So this thought came back to me in the middle of a night in a delirium of severe flu…I think sometimes we do unconsciously say things that lived somewhere inside our mind unidentified for some time as an elusive something, something we can’t quite grasp yet, but aware of that something is there…so having been materialised, the thought appealed to me with its simple simplicity…
Indeed, we can say whatever we want, when our friends leave us for the reasons perfectly reasonable to them, but perhaps, not so valid to us…but the truth is…if we really really love them…that can never be undone. We might let them go. We might never meet them in our life anymore. But we will always remember them….we might never talk of them anymore, but we will always think of them…and even if they hurt us…if we really love them…that love will never turn into hate…maybe sorrow, maybe bitterness, but never anger…and never hate…if we truly love someone, we can never un-love them.
I’ve said something in e-mail conversation with a friend, said without much thinking why I did that, just it was a right word that came up in the right place to put it…anyway…I’ve said: you know, once I love my friends, i can never unlove. (This was about friendship, btw…) So this thought came back to me in the middle of a night in a delirium of severe flu…I think sometimes we do unconsciously say things that lived somewhere inside our mind unidentified for some time as an elusive something, something we can’t quite grasp yet, but aware of that something is there…so having been materialised, the thought appealed to me with its simple simplicity…
Indeed, we can say whatever we want, when our friends leave us for the reasons perfectly reasonable to them, but perhaps, not so valid to us…but the truth is…if we really really love them…that can never be undone. We might let them go. We might never meet them in our life anymore. But we will always remember them….we might never talk of them anymore, but we will always think of them…and even if they hurt us…if we really love them…that love will never turn into hate…maybe sorrow, maybe bitterness, but never anger…and never hate…if we truly love someone, we can never un-love them.