On The Line

"You can't feel love until you have a broken heart,
and you can't have a broken heart until you feel love."

How painful can it be to have your heart broken? How painful can it feel to cause a broken heart?

I've caused one this past week, and I've felt the pain of the other this past week.

If I define my life by major events and friends, then I just turned a critical juncture: I've lost the trust of a close friend, and there's no going back.

It's interesting that I made the decisions I did: As where I might have kept my actions close to myself and kept quiet in the past, I chose to be open and honest this time in advance of any further issues. Point in case: at this point in my life, for the first time ever, I am totally, one-hundred percent, revealed, honest, and open with a close friend of mine.

Even in my Lacey days I was always tucking something small away, even little white lies or simply thoughts that bugged me. For the first time in my life, there is now one person in the world who knows me inside and out, with nothing to hide, and I only had to break a heart to become that honest and open.

If I came into this semester with a good idea of where I was heading with my academics and friendships, then last week threw the academics out the window, and this past weekend put my greatest friendships to the test.

Time for class. B3 out.