When a friendship ends, particularly under negative circumstances, many times you assume that it is gone for good: and that ultimately, it is unrepairable.
I have one such friendship. We have not been in contact for close to 2 years, and it ended badly, and messily. They ended it, we did not, and there was a lot of hurt and confusion on both sides. On our end particularly there was a huge sense of loss, and I struggled a long time with that. It was only 6 months or so back that I finally got a grip on it all, and moved on in a sense.
But fast forward to the current day, and they suddenly extend the hand of friendship, reintroducing themselves into our lives. They certainly seem legitimate, and they seem to have moved on themselves.
We spent the day together today, and it was nice. It was like an instant, comfortable reconnection, so much so, that they are visiting here tomorrow.
I firmly believe that everyone deserves a second chance. But, I am terrified of getting hurt again. My nature is always to give too much, too quickly. I have always been far too generous with my time, energy and money.
This time, I am going to try to go slow. Take my time, step warily.
Be a cautious me.