Well, here goes at least 200 words for the day (my Monday):
I remember when I was nineteen. Thought I was all grown up, having come of age more than three years earlier. That's when I found my first love. Sure, I'd had crushes before, and some of them even talked to me. But Salri was different. I'd met her two years earlier, when we were both seventeen. I didn't much care for her then. She was too talkative, too rambunctious for my tastes. Over time, though, she grew on me. A year after we'd met, we were close friends. Then, almost next thing I knew, we were together.
She was a turning point in my life. She made me realize that not all qualities different from my own were bad. That sometimes emotion was more important, more powerful than reasoning and logic. She would always get mad at me when I didn't defend her. I always just told her, "we're all wrong sometimes, and when you are, I can't stand up for you." Well, I was wrong. Sometimes being right isn't enough. Sometimes you have to have that person there. She was like that for me. I needed her so much that I thought she'd always be there. I took her for granted.
And then she left.
That's when I realized, sometimes, loyalty and devotion are more important than anything else. Not blind devotion, of course, but acknowledging the other person's flaws and then standing by her anyway. That's what it takes, sometimes. Not always, but I had never considered it as a course before I met Salri. Now I do. Now I know that sometimes what I should do isn't always what is right, what is correct. Sometimes you need that other person to stand by you, even when you're wrong, and sometimes, you have to do the same for them.
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10-Jul-2012 09:15:23
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