'Beware the Ides of March' was the note written on a note given to Julius Caesar the day he was stabbed to death by the ROman Senate, one of them being his closest friend, general and bodyguard, Brutus. Brutus, Quisling, and more infamously of all, Judas, there is no person more hated in the world than that of a traitor. Betrayal is something that not many of us can cope. It's the painful feeling of being sold out by people you trust. And trust, true trust, loyalty to each other, is one of the greatest gifts a person can recieve from another human being. In a world where there are those of us who are more jackal than human it's comforting to know that there are those you can turn to in the hard times as well as the good.
I had dinner with Hadi for the last time on tuesday night. A rotund indonesian man 6 or 7 years older than me, I had met him through the internet two years ago (not in that way..but will anyone believe me? :P ) and we struck a friendship that despite my neglect (I'm notorioous for losing touch with people..stemming from the same reason why I don't start MSN conversations to begin with) continued to stay strong over the years. He informed me 2 weeks ago that he was leaving Australia for good this monday. I was saddened by the news and we went to have dinner at Sandrino's in Fremantle, where their claim of having the best chilli mussels in town was put to the test, where I came to the agreement that it was justified. We chatted and joked and hit a couple bars before calling it a night. When he leaves for Indonesia this monday I doubt I will see or hear from him again, due to his new commitments to his wife (he had only spent 8 of the last 24 months with his wife, and talked of having children when he returned) and his supermarket, which leaves little time for anything but the occasional email, if at all. There are several ways to lose a friend, none of which are pleasant, but if I had to choose it would be this. A dinner to catch up, a drink or two to laugh over and a simple goodbye, something that isn't but amounts to the farewell "Have a great life". I jokingly told him he'd be back anyway when his children look like me, but we both knew the chances of seeing each other again were slim. I'm going to miss him, even if we didn't talk much over the last year, and it made me think about all those people that I met, liked, loved over a brief period of time, a chance meeting at the crossroads of life, before going our separate ways. Should I reopen these doors, to find the joy that we had before? Or should I look back with fond memory of the things we had and close the chapter, acknowledging that we're different people now?
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