Love to Hate, Hate to Love

I cherish the very few friends I have, but this in no way means that I will allow myself to be taken advantaged of. Even if it may seem at times that I choose to step down to see how far the person will walk over me. Maybe in some way I'm an emotional masochist. I love catching up even if at one point we were "enemies." What the hell does that mean anyway? Love to hate 'em, hate to love 'em. Well, in that case I have too many...

If you are still in my life, it is because you choose to be and I enjoy having you here. If you have not heard from me, it is because you stopped calling, texting, emailing, my-spacing... Or maybe lost track with your busy schedule. Or just simply forgot to say, "Hello." Please understand that I am not angry nor confused. And although I am saddened as to why this may have happened, I just do not care anymore to fight over petty things. I have always been easy to find. If you are wondering where I have been, it is because you have not taken the time to check in. You know where I am. I never left.