M and P were my closest friends in CEGEP, and even before that they were such good friends that the rest of us even came up with a hybrid of their name. In Linear Algebra, we were also known as “Team Asia, A for Awesome” or “Shut up, your team is too loud”. In Physics, we would sit together and come up with ultimatums for physicists, such as “Wife? or the Principle of Conservation of Energy?”
M e-mailed me back today, a really unexpected reply to my “back in the same time zone as you!!!” message. Last time I had come home, M and I sat talking for a long time, about everything under the sun. And of course, as every young adult conversation goes, we ended up talking about relationships, namely, how I still couldn’t (can’t?) get over Big D, how M was doing with her boyfriend and how everybody else we knew where handling their love lives. I guess you can call it a “gossip-fest” (as P refers to it), but to me, it was honestly some catching up and some moving on.
I must have let something slip to P, I don’t remember. But if I had, then it obviously showed that we hadn’t intended anything malicious by our conversation about others’ private affairs, and I guess I definitely believed that M, P, and I were close enough to share these things with each other. After I left for my adventures in the East, P sent M an e-mailed expressing her disappointement, and it was pretty much downhill after that. M never had a chance to clearly express herself in person to P, and P only responds with nasty e-mails.
Obviously, I feel really responsible. If it wasn’t for me and my… inability to get over Big D, M would have probably not started talking about all kinds of other relationships in our circle of friends, and M, P and I would still be on speaking terms. It’s strange, how helping me getting over the loss of love, we wound up losing more of it.
