Almost two years ago, I had lost Wendy as a friend when I disagreed with her then-boyfriend’s insecurities and wrote about them here. What I didn’t reveal then was that before that he had also mocked my sexuality by calling me gay in front of her - it went on for the whole of that one night, annoying the hell out of me. It was illogical since I was the one who introduced them, but it made sense when I viewed it under the bigger context of him being insecure.

So yeah I didn’t like him and I wasn’t afraid to show it. But that distressed Wendy greatly, and we stopped talking or seeing each other for a long time.

Recently, about two months ago they’d broken up. Before that even happened though, as inevitable as I had always thought it to be, we had started to talk again. It was more or less forced upon us because Wendy had become Simon’s housemate. Being civil to her wasn’t that difficult because although I had been disappointed with her, I never hated her; he was the one whom I’d despised more.

No words of apology were spoken. I think we were both stubborn in our views in that we both thought what we did at the time was the right thing to do. Despite that, we gradually rediscovered why we became friends in the first place.

And it’s a nice feeling revisiting a friendship which I had written off. I’m not saying that it’s back to how it was - when you have a deep wound, even if it heals over there’d still be a scar, but what we have now is definitely nicer than before.

Yes it’s a very nice feeling indeed. :)