For some reason lately, I’ve been thinking about my past, which isn’t a good thing, because Becky circa 2014 was awkward. And I feel bad for whoever was friends with me during that time.
But that was a time of transition for me, as I found out–the hard way–that the friends I had and people I was associating with weren’t good for me. I started to get involved on campus and met new people, people who were nicer and better for me to have around.
Those people I stopped talking to only know that last me they associated with. I have changed over the last four years, and they don’t know what I’m like now. My ex and I broke up in the summer of 2015, and even since then, I’ve changed. And who knows what either one of us would be like if we ever crossed paths. So I could only imagine how it would be to talk with people I used to be friends with.
I’m sure that just like myself, others have changed since then. No one stays the same for too long, but if you’ve been hurt and you’re left with that image of a person, it’s hard to think that they’ve changed.
Do they deserve to be back in your life?
It’s been years, and you’ve gone your own way. And here they are, popping back in. Should you be the bigger person and let them back in? Or not because there’s a good reason why they weren’t in your life for all those years?
It’s gnawing at me, and I keep replaying what happened all those years ago. Sometimes there’s a reason why you part ways with someone, and sometimes there’s not. But do you just forgive and move on? Or keep guarding yourself because you know what happened before?