Friends and Family

aliciasummers56 By aliciasummers56, 19th Feb 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Whether in a dating relationship or simply just a friend-to-friend relationship, I know we've all expreienced this. These are my thoughts.

Farewell, then?

I remember how we met. Yes, it was a bright and sunny day-- a typical day to meet someone like you--although for whatever reason we were inside most of the day. We were a year apart, (still are, things like that really can't change even with time) but that in itself didn't stop the spark from growing into a seemingly inextinguishable fire I had previously never beheld, until that day.

I was a lonely soul. It probably didnt't seem like it, but when do we humans ever want to appear anything other than alright? Maybe you didn't realize that when you held me that first time, you held my heart as well. And you never would let go. Even when I had, you held on tighter as to say "I don't want to let you go."

We grew extremely close, so close that the ultimate ending to the story was an unpredictable twist. I shared things with you that no one knew, and you shared with me in return. We laughed, we cried, we held each other close when it felt all was lost, and we grew, together.

One day, you disappeared. I knew where you were, we all did. You were at home, or sports, or work, or with you first-ever boyfriend. Those were your excuses. I accepted them, not wanting ever to believe you were ignoring me. But then you really disappeared. Right off the map. I never saw you, never heard from you, even after several attempts to simply talk to you. I wrote you a letter, called you, even gave your sisters messages from me just to see how things were. I received no replies, and for an entire year I believed you had left for good.

Then I finally did get a reply. You had apologized for the way I felt about your seemingly ignorant behavior toward me. I forgave you, once again because it's not like me to hold a grudge. You continued to say that there was no one to blame for what happened, not even you, and I agreed with you on that point also. But then came the words that would change our friendship. You told me that unfortunately friends grow apart, and that I needed to get over it.

I wondered how you expected me to just "get over" us. Who we were, what we were, how it all just worked, the times you would tell me that I was the most important person in your life, and that you would always love me--I just don't understand how it's possible to get over all that, to leave it all behind and just walk away saying, "Yep, those were good times..."

And how was it so easy for you to do? I thought it meant as much to you as it did to me. I guess not. Maybe it's my fault for getting too attached, maybe it's my fault for believing in us as much as I did. From time to time, I find myself passing the blame that is rightfully mine, but this time I cannot say that it could in anyway be my fault that we are no longer as close as before. Perhaps you're right, perhaps it's no one's fault that it happened. But it seemed to me as if the struggle to keep it from happening only lied on my side of the table. Because let's face it, you may not have pushed me away, but you still just sat there, enjoying your life, and effortlessly let go of what we were.

I'll say no more on the subject. Odds are you're not even reading this, but if for some wild twist of chance you come across this, I want you to know one thing: I never stopped loving you as before. The words I've said in this entry were not said out of frustration or anger, but rather in a way such as one who is hurt would say them, out of love. You were the first person to ever make me amazing, and because of that I shall never forget you. And above all, I promise you that I will always be by your side with open arms so that if you ever feel like coming back into my life, you may do so freely. I love, I miss you, and I forgive you. See you later, hopefully.


Saying Goodbye

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author avatar aliciasummers56
I am 18 years old, and I absolutely love to write. I really could just write about everything, but personal issues and experiences are easiest for me.

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author avatar Mark Gordon Brown
19th Feb 2011 (#)

sad loss of friendship.

If you put an extra break/space between paragraphs your page will be more readable!

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