It's OK.

When we saw each other next, we didn’t know what to do.

We absolutely hated each other. I flaunted my money, women, and power and you upstaged my valiant efforts to gain respect. But fate, or our past selves, wouldn’t let us go on like this. I fell ill and you took care of me. You brought me back to life, since I did the same to you before.

I threw everything away for you. Relinquished the stars, the world, everything. And I looked into your eyes and promised never to hurt you. And you said, “Don’t lie, you’ll hurt me time and time again, and I, will surely do the same. Let us make a pact, however, that no matter how much we poison each other in future lives, we’ll continue to look for each other, and honor each other, till death do us part.”

I kissed your head and laughed. “Silly words, you say. Not even Death could tear us apart, because we are one and the same.”

And so we became married, not by law, but by love.

You act like everything is about you and you have everyone change plans just to accommodate yours. It’s not cool.

We met back when castes ruled the social structure. I was a peasant, low, unworthy of your attention. I peered through my poverty, aspired to become a tradesman and earn a decent living. Then, hopefully, your father would let us be.

I saved you from the hell you we’re forced in, I ripped you from that man’s unholy hold on you. We ran away and never looked back. Along the way, we fell in love. Along the way you became I’ll, and along the way you left behind our daughter and I, alone like when we started.

Even though you left, no, even though you were stolen from me, I vowed to love you for the rest of my life. And so I have, each and every lifetime after that. For a hundred years. For a thousand after that. Forever.

I have a deeper understanding of what a friend is. A friend is someone you can’t wait to be around with. A friend is someone you have fun with, fight, need space from, and trust. A friend is someone that will have your back and you have theirs. And I’m so glad to have so many friends that will be there no matter what happens. They may be weird, they may be odd, and some of them are really odd, but I have had some great friends in the past and present time that I have taken for granted. I’m sorry, but if we’re really friends, we’ll get through it without a problem. :)

I have decided to do a confessions post just like Emma Weed. Honestly, not many people can put themselves out like that. Maybe it’ll be a nice way to reflect on things that would otherwise go unnoticed.