Stones in the heart

Who will find you among the thousand stones held in the heart, and cast into the heart?

I had a friend whom I hurt even if I didn’t understand it myself. Just a pure misunderstanding. And since then, something has cooled off and broke – although we are still greeting when we meet, there is no joyous, impatient wait – “when will we meet again?”

And when I recently found out why this happened, I didn’t get a chance to talk. Because there still seems to be too many stones befall on our friendship.

I know, that stupidity – both pride and grievances – there is nothing more empty things in life than these feelings. Therefore, I now promise myself that I will try to pick the stones from my heart – mine and my friend. It won’t be easy, but I know it’s worth it.

© Fortune, 2020