Fasten your seat belt..It's life

Its really shocking how you are paid in this world..There is no place for brotherhood, sisterhood, love hood or even giving hood. If you think that you will treat people nicely so you will be treated the same way around, then you are in a big huge bubble of imagination that keeps you away from reality. You do it, then do it for the sake of God.

One of my really shocking stories was with my childhood friend. She's my neighbor, her parents were my parents friend, we'd grown up together, shared our dreams together, hanged out together, and most important, shared her the happiness and sadness that mumbled her life in a very tragedy way.
I remember that I used to tell her every single secret happened in my family, coz honestly, I never considered her a stranger, she was more than my sisters mean to me.

It was this time, when she started to act weirdly, not showing off, not calling, no nothing. Until I heard from my mother that she has been engaged. The feelings of sadness captivated the happiness one for her. I was amazed how I was the one who hear this news from outsiders not from her. I haven't ever thought that she would think I might be jealous of her marrying before me! It wasn't ever gonna happen, I wish her all the beautiful rosy things in this world, so it made up for her the loss of her family..

Her wedding started to get closer, when she called to invite me..I couldn't refuse the invitation of not showing off in my childhood mate wedding. One day morning before the wedding, on my way to the college, I couldn't stop my tears as I remembered how I wiped her tears when she used to cry, as I held her hand all these years, telling her that it will be fine, and now she just dumped all these memories behind her, just because she got married!

Things changed after that, she was a nother person from the one I used to know, but I could felt that she regret what she has done. I started to get messages and calls from her, it was this thing that she wants to fix, but never with me..I talk her when she calls, messages her in occasions, But its me that couldnt be fixed ever after being broken, I would never be the girl who laughs and tells her what hurts and what makes me happy ever, and thus with the others.
" You break it, you pay for it"

© Fatima Zu.