Sometimes, we just miss it

I deceived someone.

A friend. A good, good friend.

Didn't hear her call. Maybe I wasn't feeling good enough myself so I wasn't able to get what she needed from me.

I feel horrible.

And I feel deceived, too.

Horrible, because I wasn't there when she was in need. And because she was there when I needed help.

Deceived, because of the expectations she had. I'm not perfect. And I hate to be told so. I'm not perfect. But perfectionnist, yes.

How many times my parents told me "you should at least have done so and so"... It hurts so much to hear those words again.

But hey. Sometimes, we just miss it. So don't hold a grudge. And forgive.