Not alone: A tale of two friends

Its odd, that a person you call your best friend can be torn apart by pride or misunderstandings, maybe both, maybe none. Its ironic but true, it doesn't take long -just a minute and a tiny misunderstanding. to tear best friends apart. We fight and become friends , it was always the same, but this time, I didn't care, maybe nither she, nor anyone in the world. But what can be said, she won't tell me what I did nor forgive me, I won't tell her what she did and I forgave her, not to give her pleasure of being forgiven but to myself be at peace. But when we fought she didn't hide her anger and as Oscar Wilde said "True friends stab you in the front" and that is just what she did, but the thing is even though we fought i still want to be friends, because you can always act stupid with old friends and we were old friends, maybe a little too old so the friendship rotted and crumbled away. We no longer talk, we don't study in the same schools, we never hang out any more. But we are still like sisters and just as she some times stalkes my mind iI hope I'm a thought in her's too, and thats what still keeps her my best friend, because we though we we're torn apart, I still know what she thinks and feels. And even she still she knows we are best friends.( I hope!)