We Were Friends for a Season… And That’s Okay

A lot of people don’t know how to be good friends. Mutual respect, genuine love, trust, consistency, and loyalty are traits hard to come by. I haven’t had too many friendships that consisted of those things. I have however, had plenty of shallow ones. Shallow, consisting of everything from hundreds of social media friends I don’t consider to be real friends, some peers I may have shared classes with, people I’ve attended church services with, a handful of folks I have things in common with, and some who I’ve met in passing. See the differences? One morning, I thought about all the different friends that have come in and out of my life, and the first thing I thought was, we were friends for a season and that’s okay. Whenever I’ve considered someone a friend, I really loved them. Which is why no matter whom they were or how we parted ways, I always felt those voids when things unexpectedly shifted. Most of the time some of my ended friendships weren’t instant, we’re over, cases but many times, there were things that gradually led to parting ways. Life stuff like college, jobs, serious relationships, kids, and careers caused some of us to drift apart, but I really felt the distance as I grew closer to God and I felt even more discomfort when…

I was always the one reaching out first with no reciprocity in return.

my phone only rang or had incoming texts when someone only wanted or needed something.

some friends traded up.

some of my friends got into partying (and while I did partake) I ultimately wasn’t about that life.

a former friend hooked up with a guy I was talking to and thought I didn’t know about it.

my texts were ignored.

some of my friends went out without inviting me, only later for me to see their good time posted all over social media.

I hugged a friend like it would be the last time, because to my surprise, it would be the last time.

I said I love you and it wasn’t said back.

some of them walked away with no warning or explanations.

I had to learn how to do my own thing and be my own best friend, and you know what? I love her, because even when people haven’t stuck around, she knows whenever it gets down to her and God, she’ll be just fine. Every friend I’ve ever had has left me with some unforgettable and special memories, I’ll never forget. A lot of us were just friends for a season and that’s okay. Being able to recognize that, eases my spirit, and makes it easier to no longer associate the title of friend to people who aren’t worthy.

There are friends who destroy each other, but a real friend sticks closer than a brother – Proverbs 18:24

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