“So one day I was walking through my college campus when I saw her from afar. And I became ashamed, because such a large part of me wanted to run away. This girl used to be the best friend I ever had. She’d seen me cry. She knew my fears. She knew my secrets. And I hers. We shared pieces of our soul. We got each other through all the messed up shards of our lives….This was my best friend, forever. And I wanted to run from her.
The thing is, despite all of those necklaces we bought in eighth grade, the broken heart pieces that claimed we’d be “best friends forever”, forever doesn’t really exist. We grew up together, but not the same. I thought she had outgrown me, but the reality of it was, I’d outgrown her, too. There was once a time where we were so similar, it was scary, but I was hardly that person anymore. It took me a long time to realize this. Some friendships, no matter how real and enduring they might seem in that moment, belong only to that moment. We blame ourselves; wonder where we went wrong, what we could have done to change it, but the truth is we couldn’t have done anything.
We were exactly what we needed then, but not now. Sometimes things are better left perfectly in the past.”
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