It dawned on me today that for someone who supports Liverpool, I have too many friends supporting a team embroidered in a ferocious rivalry. Manchester United.
This is not right.
At what point do you start wishing you had never met someone? Or better yet, to just unknow them?
The friend that is never happy for you, in a hurry to minimize your achievements, that sees nothing you do as worthy of celebration.
As things stand now, Tobi was in her good books just by being cute. Although his initials remains in her bad book. Eric’s full name was in her bad book and it will take an angelic intervention to get it out.
As for me, where do I stand?
Frenemies. We’ve all got them. Wish we didn’t. Hope we don’t. Pray to loose them, but we’ve got them still.
It is easy to claim that “I am in love”, just as it is easy to say “I hate him”. What isn’t easy is the responsibility that comes with love or war.