Hi there readers! I've been out for a while, but I'm back... This time I am seated with my laptop writing about one of my latest experiences. Few months ago, I had the possibility of trying for a second time that feeling you get when you get into the place where you finished studying, your school. It's been a long time since I stepped into it for the last time, so many things came to my mind as soon as I was walking the stairs to get inside. Would they recognize me? Would it look the same? Would I see the same old faces? Would I feel secure? accepted? 

I reckon, a friend of mine once told me that when you leave a place without getting the “exit pass” you come back occasionally feeling no guilty at all, and that’s exactly how I felt.

I kept thinking about how many years had passed by. Did I really waste five years by not contacting my group of fellow mates (professionally talking)? You see, I had a falling out with some old colleagues (just because I was very stressed by then), but growing up together since I left school, we became very closed, not besties, but we were certainly very close through the years, That was until we had a huge disagreement, so I left the place, I unplugged myself and we didn’t speak for what seemed like forever.

Admittedly, I was the one to blame. Though at that time, I didn’t see it that way. Now that years have passed, I feel that I should have spoken out, I should have let others to see what I saw, I should have acted… I should have spoken (like Taylor Swift says)

When someone means a lot to you and then disappears, it leaves this huge void in your life, and possibly all because you couldn’t admit any wrongdoing or simply because you didn’t express the feelings and therefore you runway. It’s something you can’t sweep under the rug so easily.

So, during 5 years, I wondered what they were up to… Should I try to contact them? It had been so long that I didn’t know what to think indeed, but life is so clever, you seem to catch up with them unintentionally when you are in a grocery-store or simple by walking downtown, or in my very own case… catching up on some English language seminars, that avoiding saying “Hello” would have been so rude.

Sometimes we take a sole stand, even if it’s against close friends or people that surround our lives. Maybe we won’t budge because we know we’re right (or we tend to refuse to admit we’re wrong). And if we can’t make sense of it all, maybe we wonder if we should let it be.

After five long years, our paths crossed once again. I heard they were willing to get in touch with me or accepting me into their herd. I felt the same and was eager to finally meet up and talk in person.

It just so happened they also wondered how I was and what I was up to. After our talk, it’s like we never lost a beat, of course the connection was damaged, but it was indeed not a topic of conversation. We took some time to bring ourselves up to speed and it seems that my childish period was simple erased, I don't blame others for what I did, I just blame myself because I wasn't able to speak things clear... probably that was MY big mistake.

Reflecting on my experiences taught me some valuable lessons about how to fix relationships. These may work for you too, if you apply them wholeheartedly: Let the dust settle first, give your ego a break and don’t be afraid to reach out first or at least to give it a try.