When you are growing up you make many acquaintances, some friends, and even a couple best friends. You never think that in a blink of an eye, your friendship would be over; heck I didn't. When you lose a friend(s) you feel like your world is over, and making other friends just does not seem like a possibility. When I lost my two best friends, I honestly believed I would not be able to make new friends, and actually have a decent friendship with anyone else. But here I am telling my story of loss, and gaining other friends. So what I want you to keep in your mind, is the following statement:
It does get better, and losing your friend is not the end!
Before I start this story, I just want to say that this is in no way meant to be slanderous, and I still love these girls to death. I hope that one day the lost friendships talked about in this story can be repaired.
The story of how I lost my friends is long one to say the least, so here is a condensed version of what happened. At the end of 2015, and the beginning of 2016 my two best friends (let's call them A and B) became somewhat distant with me with for no known reason. A and I had been friends since we were in kindergarten, while B and I had been friends for about two years; so you can see why I thought I had solid friendships with both of them. Friend A began to talk to me less and respond to my texts less, while friend B still hung out with me everyday and we had our weekend sleepovers. So in my mind I thought everything was fairly decent between all of us.
Come to find out friends A and B began hanging out with two other girls (lets call them C and D), in which I barely knew C, and D and I had an interesting past to say the least. Once those two girls came into the picture I was pretty much toast, but being the stubborn Taurus I am I fought to keep my friendship with A and B! Anyone I was friends with at this time can vouch for that.
Now the day I knew our friendship was over was one of the worst days of that year. All of us (A,B,C,D, and I) had lunch together and we all sat down where we normally did, but there was no conversation. After we all awkwardly ate our food and sit in silence, all four of them got up and left me at "our" table. This day was the last time I had talked to any of those girls.
With my best friends leaving me, it definitely left a huge gap in my heart. I felt horrible for the situation in which I still have no clue to this day what I did to any of them. I felt like I was mostly alone, and that I would never be able to rebuild the sort of friendship I had with A and B with anyone else.
Here is the more optimistic part of this story. Now months later I have great friends, who have impacted me in the the best ways. If those great friends are reading this thank you so much for picking me up when I really needed it. Whether I was having late night chats about bad dinosaur and "doggo" jokes (Q: what do you call a dog magician? A: A labracadabrador), driving around town screaming lyrics to One Direction or The Jonas Brothers, or going to sonic an unimaginable amount of times in a week, these people really boosted my mood and helped me out of the depression I was falling into.
I owe it all to the people who have continued to talk, love, and support me after all of the things that they had heard about me, or having to dealing with my stubborn self; my friends have become the light of my life in a time I never thought that was possible!
To conclude, if you're going through anything that I spoke about in my story I have two pieces of advice for you. 1.) Keep your head up and let your "best friends" leave you, because in the end you will be able to find better friends, and it will seem as if this never happened; and 2.) It's okay to get sad from time to time when you see or hear something that reminds you of them, I promise they probably get a little sad too. But surrounding yourself with people who love and support will make all the difference in your life.
