What was it like to become deaf? She thought about it often. What if she can’t hear hurtful words thrown her way? She can see the offensive person’s lips moving; forming shapes but no sound, no pain, no anger can be heard. Would it be a sure way of avoiding grief? Sometimes, just hearing the voice of the person you despise can shatter your perfect day. It would be wonderful if there was just a mute button somewhere that she can press so as not to hear his voice.
She may not know everything there is to life but this much she knows: friends understand you, without you having to explain. All she was asking for was for him to understand why she had to back out. Friends do not judge. They do not label - well, except for playful labels that friends use to tease each other with. Friends do not make mountains out of molehills - because again, they understand or if they don't, then they TRY.
If only there was a way to block his voice out. If only there was a way not to feel hurt. If only it was easy to cut a person out of your life.
At times like these, she thinks about those who are there for her, who love her despite of all her inconsistencies; people who tell her: "It's alright, you didn't make good on your promise but we still love you." People who are realer than their egos.
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