I lost a friend. She said she was going to call me Sunday and she didn't. Actions speak louder than words. I don't care what my counselor says. He said she was happy about our conversation last Saturday. I know she's not. That's just words. He probably asked her how it went. And if she sounded happy she was probably very able to hide the effect that I had on her when I touched her hair. I admire her grace. She gave the grace to George my counselor she hid the pain from him.
She couldn't hide the pain from me though. She expressed that pain to me by not calling me Sunday.
So although my counselor encouraged me to call her today, I still heard crickets on my phone and I didn't call her.
If she were really were happy about Saturday she would have called me yesterday and she didn't... .
So I'm letting her go.
For good.
Actions speak louder than words.
She left me again.
I'm not calling her. I'm not begging her to be my friend.
I've lost her because there are transgressions that are unforgivable---touching someone's hair.
I committed a very serious cultural faux pas .
I may as well have killed someone.
Maybe I don't deserve to go to prison but I sure as you know where I don't deserve her friendship.
I love you Olga I always will.
Cerol.