me-wendy-capitolRemember Wendy? The friend whom I lost through blogging, and whose friendship that I have said I will not revisit? I bumped into her at the Armin van Buuren gig and we managed to exchange pleasantries. She waved at me, and I waved back and said hello. Our small talk extended to who are you here with, and are you having fun.

At the beginning of the night, Simon had said to me, “Just a word of warning, Wendy’s over there.” I replied, “Then I’ll be here.” I made an effort to avoid her but when she initiated the contact I didn’t have it in me to be cold and cruel, and to brush her off.

Having said that though, I doubt that we will ever go back to where we were even though I can now bear to be in the same room with her. It’s like a deep wound which had healed but had also left an obvious scar. It doesn’t bother you anymore, but every time you looked at it, you are reminded of how you got it in the first place.

Which is a shame. Our friendship was very good while it lasted.