To the friend whom I was once close to

It's midnight and I'm randomly thinking of you. 

We used to be very close. You were there for me when times were hard. You comforted me, encouraged me in the faith and asked me to stay strong. We graduated and left jc, and entered the same uni, albeit studying different courses. You had your first boyfriend, and I was surprised, but not unfazed. Then you broke up with him, a year later and soon you had another one. I thought things were going to work out with all the flowers and all. He seemed like a pretty nice guy, but what did I know? I never met him before. And so fastforward the whole 4 years I didn't meet up with any of you, just cuz I didn't feel like I was up to it. And then I got mine and I didn't tell anyone. Why should people know? It isn't any of their business, if they aren't even that close to you. Then I tried to keep in contact with you, talk to you hopefully to understand you more. But that didn't last long, cuz you stopped replying- gave me some one word vague leave me alone replies- which I understood. Of course. It felt very much like you had something to hide. Well, I left it at that until I heard of the third one. Within a couple of months you announced the newest catch, a bait long dormant until officiated. Then he went on Instagram and I knew my friends knew him. Honestly, I'm disappointed that he isn't of the same faith as you, because that was what we agreed on before we left jc. I'm not sure if you're still going to church regularly. 

Yes I know he cares for you, sends you airmail, flowers and bears, fetches lunch for you, makes food for you. And you in return like his looks, buy him stuff, catalogue him online daily. But what else is binding you two together? Yes it's not a couple of months into your relationship but how long can all these niceties last? They are all but on the surface for good times. What about the bad times? Maybe you think I'm skeptical- I don't doubt I am. Because I know that when shit hits the fan, people have a choice. They can leave. And if you're not the pretty, sweet one they imagined you to be, when they see you in a harangued state, what would they think? When you need them by your side, would they actually be there? When they walk away from you, the words that you've said the things that you've shown to the world, it all counts for nothing. It will just be a repeat of the past, a cycle that comes to completion and a closing of another chapter in history. 

I still feel the burden for you, because I care. You may not care if this relationship lasts- like all the others in the past, but I care if you have to go through the same shit of feeling rejected, and then picking yourself up again. It worries me. But there isn't anything I can do lest I turn into an interfering wet-blanket. I can only pray for you, my friend.