We were THE FOUR, a group of four friends, along with many close friends, but we four were the closest and core of the group. It started in school life, three to six years of friendship. Nothing is perfect, nor are we or our friendships. There were ups and downs between us over many things, those were funny or tiny ones, starts and finishes in no time.
But but but, once it got really bad with me, the reason was over a girl who was a distant relative of mine. One of my FOUR was the reason for the dispute. I didn't know anything; that relative's family informed me and handed over the matter to me to sort out. I was embarrassed and trembling with anger. Also, I was completely blank on what to do, all I knew was that he did wrong and I was embarrassed badly for his deeds, not anywhere else but to my relatives.
It was a winter morning when another friend of mine and I confronted him and asked, "Why the hell did you have to get involved there? Why did you embarrass me? Didn't you find any other place to die?" He had no answer; I was really mad and vented out my anger somehow. That was the end of our friendship; the other two never had the courage to bring him in front of me whenever I was around or talk about this shit as he had fu***ed up really bad. It kept fueling, and I remember not talking with him for over a year.
Everything has to come to an end, especially for boys. It's too hard to keep the fuel alive and let it burn for an eternity. The other TWO realized it was high time they should act to make it THE FOUR once again. One of them asked me, "How long would you stay angry over a matter that is long gone? Can't you forget and forgive him, for God's sake? He did make a mistake; doesn't he deserve a second chance to reunite again?" I do remember that I didn't give any reply, nothing at all, not even an expression in return. I was sipping in the cup of tea and suddenly saw the other TWO walking towards me.
Trust me, when I saw him walking towards me, I knew at that moment that they had planned to reunite us today. My heart was beating faster, I don't know why I was feeling like that, and I was thinking of what to do. Should I make up with him, or would I stick to my anger and push him away as I have been doing? What do you think? Which one did I go with? I preferred to walk away; yeah, you may call me arrogant or whatever, but I couldn't forgive him.
But wait, he ran towards me and gave me a tight hug; before I could tell him anything, he just said, "Dost I am sorry, please forgive me." The word 'dost' is the native way to call our close friends. The rest of the TWO hugged as well, calling by my name. They said," How long would you stay angry over a mistake, forgive him and he won't repeat the same mistake ever again." This is the situation I have always wanted to avoid but finally got to face this. I couldn't resist anymore; I got emotional the way he grabbed me and asked for forgiveness and wanted to fix everything. I was silent. I didn't want to get away anymore. I was just smiling a little bit, and they did, too. Just a smile, nothing else, didn't say anything else, hugged him too, and started talking as usual as if nothing had happened between us.
Trust me, after that day, we were like we had no dispute in the past. We hang out every day, going for tours, making fun of one another, everything just like with the others. That's the beauty of friendship, I guess, especially for the boys; when we make up for a situation, we do that in such a way that no cracks are visible anymore; that's really amazing. Yeah, we are still in touch; just the busyness of life affected everyone equally, but we have never been in a dispute after that day.