WHERE THE LINES CROSS

Hey Guys! Before now, I had two ideas for this post but somehow forgot them and I'm forced to write something directly from my bleeding heart.

As you might know or not know me by now, I'm the guy that likes eating shit and drink piss for people I care about, and for reasons I can't seem to explain, they almost always never see why I'm willing to play Superman for them. I mean, I'm a poor sweet guy.

I'm sure by now you know I have a story coming up to back that Intro.

*DRUM ROLLS*

So here it goes. So there's this dude that I've known the longest, he's been like my closest friend for like half of all my life. I mean half of all 21 years so you're supposed to imagine how dear this nigga is to me. When we were transitioning from teenagers to men, I decided to take an entrepreneurial part and he decided to, well CHILL and to me, that was like a serious pullback. I tried to infect him with the entrepreneurial spirit and I kinda did but, there was a problem. I found my path and kinda my love in business and this nigga just wanted to copy me. like everything I did, he copied me. every theory I proved with facts before he became his status even before I wrote it down on my diary. I mean this guy grew, saying and using thing he had to prove of ownership for. like I was really mad at him till one day I called him and asked him to find his path. by called him, I'm trying to let you know that I called him and asked him to enroll for a course that will help him back theories that weren't his. You see, I was the kind of guy that didn't really have any friends so losing this one because I had made 5 more amazing ones didn't make any sense to me so I had to do everything in my power to keep him (yeah, say it. I'm a keeper). Let's move on. A time came that we had to make some of the hardest decisions in both our lives. I so wanted to grow and become a beast in these streets but he just wanted less (sort of). growing up, we bragged about being rich together, buying a house together, getting married and still live together, we spent time customizing our dreams that they meant everything to me and for some reasons, I couldn't tell how someone with beautiful imagination can sell his opportunity to laziness and as my father will call it "Youthful Exuberance".

You might be wondering where the lines cross by now. let me cut the whole story short and let you know that my best buddy is no longer my best buddy, he's not even my favorite WhatsApp buddy. I hate to say this, I hate to admit it, I hate that it happened but, life just has to go on. we outgrew each other and here we are. I wanted something else and he wanted something else. Just so you know, I'm one of the saddest people alive right now because I swear I miss my buddy.

DO YOU THINK I'M WRONG FOR LETTING GO?
DO YOU THINK I SHOULD CALL AND SEE IF ITS POSSIBLE FOR US TO BE ON THE SAME PAGE?
OR DO YOU THINK I SHOULD JUST LET IT GO?