Not Everyone Has the Same Heart

I have been meaning to write about this one friend of mine; but I always put-off for lost of words.  She was amongst the people who have gone through similar pains. She is not one you'd likely expect to go through it either. When I met this friend she was pregnant to her second child. She spoke well of her partner. She told me some problems but not about him. She often asked about the man I married and how we have ended our relationship. She probed for the reasons and I often thought why she asked too much. By the time I learned from a common friend, I kept silent and did not tell her.

She would tell me her partner was a loving man and I never pushed her to say the real score. I knew how it felt like to be pregnant and to go through a knowing in your heart. It is not easy when deep inside you already know something is wrong; but you battle with yourself for some peace of mind and good thoughts…because you are pregnant. I also allowed her to take comfort in the idea that she is not the only one who loves the way she does…that I do too. I allowed her to take comfort in the mistakes and wrong choices I have done in my life. I reminded her that my choices were wrong but I never told her that her choices were. I left it for her to say those to herself.

She broke me at the very same time she restored me.

She broke me in the thought of a cycle repeating itself. She restored me when I see the hope in her eyes and feel the love in her heart. I am reinstated knowing that to love selflessly is not being naiveté or being gullible but innocence and sincerity. Some people are just made with too much compassion; and along the road we learn that not all people have our heart. As it has been said, not everyone has the same heart.

She is a beautiful woman, with much zeal and diligence at work. She can certainly bring herself the success she needs. She goes through the roller-coaster of her life. She has distanced herself from the relationship and is learning as much about it on her own. I am happy she and her children are safer and quieter. Happier she has seen the difference of her heart from his. Sometimes I am saddened and  worried when she seems to slide back; but I hope for her. I hope for her better days with her children - days filled with love like kind of her love.