Surrender Means No Defeat

The white flag, almost dilapidated and mirroring what were to be called enduring times of an optimistic love, has been raised. He has finally given up on the woman with 'a heart of stone.' Unanswered letters, cold shoulders and bleak eyes -- whether long distance or face-to-face, no amount of these have disheartened this lad in believing that that love he once had he would someday soon recover. But that box of dark chocolates returned to his sister was enough sign for him to surrender. I saw it coming earlier, but did not have the brave spirit to warn him. And though what I saw coming was the same reason why we became really tight friends, my fear of seeing him hurt the way I did is just unbearable, I kept my silence. When he told me "It's over," it was no surprise. He surrendered but is definitely not defeated. Acceptance is the key. Immediately, he sounded like he was on his feet again -- ready to take on another battle. I would never know his gameplan, but I am happy with the way things turned out for my friend. Happy and also envious. I wish I coped up easily like him. But that's another story. A wedding for next year is not a bad idea. Neither is an invitation sent to a bridesmaid enclosed with a ticket to London, right? So maybe then I will see you and your bride.