Then you're not on their mind...when someone new steps in and takes your place, you fight. You fight until you realize that it wasn't you they chose. Then you hate, you despise the person that took them away from you because you have lost your mind. You have lost your mind because your friend is gone...maybe forever.
So what do I do? I have no idea....You cannot simply hate people because they took someone from you. But I can think of no good qualities, no good reason to tolerate their presence. I can just say I'll be waiting when you leave. If they leave...
How can I still be a good person if I dislike a person for this. This feeling can ruin any further relationship further down the road...
This poem by Robert Frost expresses my life right now, maybe it defines yours as well.
| TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, | |
| And sorry I could not travel both | |
| And be one traveler, long I stood | |
| And looked down one as far as I could | |
| To where it bent in the undergrowth; | |
| Then took the other, as just as fair, | |
| And having perhaps the better claim, | |
| Because it was grassy and wanted wear; | |
| Though as for that the passing there | |
| Had worn them really about the same, | |
| And both that morning equally lay | |
| In leaves no step had trodden black. | |
| Oh, I kept the first for another day! | |
| Yet knowing how way leads on to way, | |
| I doubted if I should ever come back. | |
| I shall be telling this with a sigh | |
| Somewhere ages and ages hence: | |
| Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— | |
| I took the one less traveled by, | |
| And that has made all the difference. | 20 |
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