Her secret is my secret

She got pregnant by her ex-boyfriend. The real boyfriend thought the baby was his. Without hesitation, he wanted to marry her and offer the chance to be a good father he wants to be.

She was perplexed, or I might say she was crazy. She was thinking of abortion, of course, no one supported her. I even suggested not to inform her boyfriend about the baby’s father as long as she will not do it. I pledge to be quiet for the rest of my life just to save the unborn child, but in the end, it was all her decision and I can’t even forgive her.

The abortion made our friendship ends. I just couldn’t accept nor respect her choice. I feel disgusted to have a friend like her and I feel like I was not good enough because I wasn’t able to change her mind. It was so horrible.

Gossip spreads. I remained silent. Though my heart is shuddering, I couldn’t say anything to anyone because that thing was our SECRET, the residual connection of our friendship.

Times passed, there was no US. I admit I missed her.

One day, our path crossed out of the blue. It seems we are trapped in one closed corner. We couldn’t escape. Our eyes met and just found ourselves embracing each other and crying.

After the silent years, we forgive each other. We moved on. There were lots of “apology and appreciation” along the way while saving our friendship and it’s all worth it.

At this time, we are closer than before. Our relationship tested with so much horrendous event, but at the end, we are more than like sisters.

Forgiveness. Love. I have no right to judge her. She never left me when I had my flaws.