Best Friend
Friendships are things that either make you or break you. And a friendship break up will almost always trump a relationship break up. It’s one thing to have a massive fight and declare your burning hatred for one another, whilst not your first choice at least it’s out in the open and you both know about it. The far more painful break ups are the ones where there’s still a hoax of a friendship, you drifted apart without even noticing.
Well that’s not strictly true, is it? You noticed how she’d rather spend all weekend with her boyfriend than spend an afternoon with you. You noticed how you’ve been the one starting 90% of the conversations for the past four years. You noticed how everything was always on her terms and how you supported every dumb thing she did and how you were shunned for one slip of the tongue. You realized how all your crushes were torn apart, mocked and jeered at, but her liar of a boyfriend might as well walk on water. You saw how she stopped tagging you in anything on Facebook, but starts tagging the girl she claimed to hate only a few months ago.
You see how you drift completely out of her life and it doesn’t even seem like she cares. She probably doesn’t in all honesty. You served your purpose and now you’re free to go. What about you though? What about the fact that you want your best friend back? What about how you miss those 3am calls and Saturday mornings spent on the kitchen floor?
It doesn’t matter to her. The way your heart breaks as you scroll through your contacts and see her name, you want to message her but know there’s no point because you’ll only be ignored. You want to invite her to that thing with those other people, but you know she’ll bring him and she’ll judge you the whole time. You know that you “need to deal with it”, it being the fact that she has new friends, but her refusing to even consider doing the same for you.
You need to deal with the fact that you haven’t even been to her new house when at one point her parents joked about charging you rent. You have to deal with knowing that the person you once would’ve die for, might now be the one to kill you.
