You know, I never honestly thought this day would come… but here we are. Everyone always told me that once you went to college, things changed. I wasn’t necessarily expecting this specific friendship to change, though. Sure, our friendship had its ups and downs… OK, a lot of downs, but we always came out of them stronger and closer than ever. We had that bond that people were jealous of; people constantly asking how long we’d known each other because it seemed like it had been all of our lives.
That’s why it came as a surprise to me that our friendship came to an end.
All of those memories are hard to think about now. Like grade school, when she hated me because we liked the same boy. Or in freshman health class, when we could never present in front of the class because we’d end up in tears from laughing. Or our high school unhealthy obsession with our principal and creepily throwing pens in his office just as a way to start a conversation. Or planning our schedules just perfectly so we had as many classes together as possible. Or specifically, the day she gave a speech and referenced our other best friend and I as her “future bridesmaids.”
There were certain things I’d do with this girl that I could never and would never do with another friend. At least, that’s what I thought. When our friendship came to a crumbling end, I didn’t actually think it was over. We had our moments, and by “our moments,” I mean a whole lot of them, where we’d fight, and fight… and fight, but eventually ended up getting over it, because all of the arguments would be over some boy that we both mutually talked to and ended up hating each other over. It was stupid. That dumb high school drama that everyone went through.
But, never in my life did I actually consider our friendship being over forever because of it. The moral of the story is, do not let a boy interfere in a friendship. Hoes before bros, right?
At least, that’s all I thought it was, anyway. But when I was told from a pretty reliable source that the words, “I can’t wait for high school to be over so I never have to see Meghan again,” came out of her mouth, surprisingly, I wasn’t even surprised. If she was willing to let our friendship of five years end over a boy, it didn’t come as a surprise to me that she said those things. Clearly she’s been ready to drop me and find a good reason to do so for a while now.
So, instead of beating myself up over it, I decided to not let it hurt me. Sure I still think about it every now and then and reminiscence on all of the good times and laugh over the bad times, but I’ve found it in me to move past it. It sucks now with it being summer that I’m not able to text her and say that I’m on my way to pick her up so we can have our annual mall date, but that’s fine because the cure to all of this is to find friends who make you feel like you matter.
Friends --
that will never say that they can’t wait to get rid of you.
Friends --
who appreciate you. And most importantly, friends who won’t leave you when the
going gets tough.
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