Yesterday, I had a long conversation where I was just ranting on and on about the friends I've lost and how much they meant to me before they passed.
A part of me was angry about all we ended up not being but, with this timely post of yours, it's safe to say that although letting go is hard, sometimes it's necessary so that the living can also move on.
Also, as one who was recently ghosted for over a year by a close friend, I can relate with your friendship with Winnie not being the same again.
Yet, I love how you've chosen to face reality and by sharing this, encouraged others to do same.
I read this with a real struggle to hold back tears. I find it very relatable. I am currently learning to let go of friends who outgrow me, especially the ones I believed will treat me the same way, consistently.
I still have not found the answer to why it happens this way,
Or why you can cherish people so much only to have them treat you with such casualness.
But I enjoyed reading your newsletter, it is a reminder that we are not the only ones with most of the pains we feel.
I can't believe I'm finding this gem over a year later but it's amazing and spoke directly to me. Beautiful storytelling, beautiful writing style. The only downside I have here is that I can't find any new article and it's becoming a tragedy. Please write more here!!!!!
My friend shared the link to this post with me, saw the link at 3am, proceeded to read it, and I was there fixated to my screen, wondering if I have really moved on after 6 years. It's so funny because they way I moved on from the loss was to remind myself every time he crossed my mind that I do not have the right to grieve him because we are not related by blood, but this is someone we shared a lot of fond memories together for more than a decade. This is someone I called my brother.
This is someone that I talked about the future with, the shared dreams and lifestyle to live growing up. Reading this, it has become even harder to move on and on an another thought I wondered if it were to be reversed, would he have missed me the same? I guess I'll never know.
I love and hate it at the same time, coming across and reading this. It was a beautiful piece and spoke to me. I just hated that I came across it on a Monday morning. Thank you for writing this.
Yesterday, I had a long conversation where I was just ranting on and on about the friends I've lost and how much they meant to me before they passed.
A part of me was angry about all we ended up not being but, with this timely post of yours, it's safe to say that although letting go is hard, sometimes it's necessary so that the living can also move on.
Also, as one who was recently ghosted for over a year by a close friend, I can relate with your friendship with Winnie not being the same again.
Yet, I love how you've chosen to face reality and by sharing this, encouraged others to do same.
We'll done, Victor.
So glad you could relate to this in such a peculiar way.
When I saw this post, I thought of a friend, who I've ghosted a lot of times, maybe for good reasons.
I think he enjoyed my ghosting, cos that's the best explanation I can come up with for him apologizing right after I did.
It do be like that. And there's not much we can do about it.
You no tell us why Winnie disappear.
Nothing she lost her phone or something
I read this with a real struggle to hold back tears. I find it very relatable. I am currently learning to let go of friends who outgrow me, especially the ones I believed will treat me the same way, consistently.
I still have not found the answer to why it happens this way,
Or why you can cherish people so much only to have them treat you with such casualness.
But I enjoyed reading your newsletter, it is a reminder that we are not the only ones with most of the pains we feel.
Thank you very much for reading this and relating to it this much.
This is very relatable.
I was friends with Michelle for a really long time and we were really cool, and out of the blues, she literally disappeared.
I searched everywhere. About seven years later, she popped up on FB messenger and we moved to WhatsApp.
She never was able to articulate what happened to her in that period and where she went and why she didn't find me earlier...
Now, we barely talk.
Lmao this is so familiar guy!
Glad you found closure though not the way you envisaged.
But then my name is chioma and reading about chioma being dead gave me goose pimples.
Lol I'm sure there are a lot of dead Chiomas anyway.
I can't believe I'm finding this gem over a year later but it's amazing and spoke directly to me. Beautiful storytelling, beautiful writing style. The only downside I have here is that I can't find any new article and it's becoming a tragedy. Please write more here!!!!!
I love it.
May your ink flow well.
My friend shared the link to this post with me, saw the link at 3am, proceeded to read it, and I was there fixated to my screen, wondering if I have really moved on after 6 years. It's so funny because they way I moved on from the loss was to remind myself every time he crossed my mind that I do not have the right to grieve him because we are not related by blood, but this is someone we shared a lot of fond memories together for more than a decade. This is someone I called my brother.
This is someone that I talked about the future with, the shared dreams and lifestyle to live growing up. Reading this, it has become even harder to move on and on an another thought I wondered if it were to be reversed, would he have missed me the same? I guess I'll never know.
I love and hate it at the same time, coming across and reading this. It was a beautiful piece and spoke to me. I just hated that I came across it on a Monday morning. Thank you for writing this.