Where we’re living in this town
The sun is coming up and it’s going down
But it’s all just the same at the end of the day
When we cheat and we lie
Nobody says it’s wrong
So we don’t ask why
‘Cause it’s all just the same at the end of the day
Don’t throw it all away

-Oasis, “Sad Song”

There’s still some hard feelings, but I’m counting on them to pass over time. Betrayal and misunderstanding are two very different things, but in the end, they can both have the same effect. There’s no such thing as a perfect person; and thus, there’s no such thing as a perfect friend. We often allow passion, irrationality, and even moments of stupidity to get the better of us, and I wish that weren’t the case. The sad irony of life is that it’s far easier to hurt the ones you love than it is to hurt a perfect stranger. And what’s worse, no true friend ever intends to deliberately hurt another. Times are hard, times are messed up, but they will get better. They must get better. Here’s hoping.