The Concluding Note
I will not give myself self-pity. I won't allow people to give me sympathy. If I've failed, then I've failed. And if I've tried, then I've tried.
I've tried being there, and if that's not enough, then I'm sorry on my part. Because I have failed as a friend to understand. And I've failed to realise that sometimes it's just me being too personal, and that I have to draw a line. A line that warns me of my limitations, that even as best of friends, sometimes shortcomings will happen, and sometimes space is important, and from now on I won't want to cross it unnecessarily. I won't forsake any of you, and I will still be me, but now I know that there is a thin line that seperates the platonic and the not, and I'm concious and wary of that from now on.
If it's maturity that needs to pay the price, then let God allow maturity to do it's part with me.
And with that, lies my concluding note.