How big is your heart?
Watching the neatly folded linens, we stood awkwardly on each end of the bed. It was almost midnight, and in my head, I was calculating how many hours of sleep I could get.
It was the first time I saw his anger and frustration…
He: I feel that you are different. *tone cold*
Me: What do you mean? *tone wounded*
He: You changed. After we got together, you act differently.
Me: What about you? You also changed. *shot back quickly*
He: Yeah, I’m reacting to your change. *unwavering*
Me: So what was I like when we were friends?
I did not need him to tell me. I felt it, too.
They warn people about how their partners change from a friendship to a relationship.
Though, I thought we would be an exception.
Perhaps most people understand. Love doesn’t just stop at the moment you announce the breakup. The feeling may be gone, but love is beyond a mere feeling.
Leaning against the pillow, I sat with my knees together on the bed…
Me: Why would you want to know my thoughts about my ex even though it’s hard for you? *cocked my head curiously*
He: Mmm… I don’t know. *frowned slightly*
He: Maybe it’s because if I were your friend, I’d like to know.
So, it’s a choice then, to set aside your insecurity.
Playing the role of a friend and a partner takes conscious effort.
Sometimes, understanding hurts, but what might be the cost of turning away?