I love my coach, alot(:

Yesterday, i had a little upsetting but a good talk with a friend. Not a friend i hang out with most often, but a friend that im comfortable talking with.
I made a promise, a promise that will be kept. Time will tell, but i'm keeping my hopes high.
Today, the house was in a mess and while clearing the old furniture, i found the stack of cards, booklets, letters and all.
I read them over and over again, one by one. Touched, cried, but not true.
And i remember having this thought, "They all say they'll stay, they'll be there, they're never going to leave and this will last. How many will you keep in the end?"
The journey hasnt started and some left, some still walking away, some physically there but the heart isnt.

A letter in fullscap paper, filled all the way to the last line, with a star and a little drawing of two girls. A pinkie promise. This was 2009.
A yellow card, folded into half, filled with memories of the past 3 years, saying how things will never change. I miss them, really.
A folded drawing block with designed with coloured markers and pens, birthday wishes on every corner and empty spaces.
8 very nicely decorated pieces of paper tied up with a ribbon, with drawings, photos, pictures and alot of words. I never realised, until today. Its been a year and seven months. 2010.
A whole roll of papers neatly pieced together, with memories and photos and letters of the 3 years together, in a box.
Little post it notes i sticked on my files, in my wallet, on my shelf. In baby pink, sky blue, bright yellow. Be it birthday wishes, valentine wishes, anniversary wishes, encouragements or other events.
A collage from my dear juniors. Trimmed, paper cutouts of my name, and a whole thankyou message.
A classic looking card in an envelope giving the best wishes.
A stitch card drawing, thoughtfully sketched. With a whole lot of meaning put into it.

People come into your life, and walk away. Some relationships just vanish like that because people stop trying.
How many will trulytruly be there for you right now, and in future?
How many tell you they care,  yet nowhere to be seen when you need someone?
How many wont judge you for who you are?
How many keep your secrets?
How many will really understand you?

I dont need a fake friendship. Just go away and dont even walk into my life if you're not going to stay.