•one day•

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by WhatsWithAnna

by WhatsWithAnna

I knew that one day, I would have to leave again and start afresh.

I knew that it couldn't last.

Oh, but I was so weak and vulnerable, I thought I was just overthinking things-just loosing my mind a bit.

The three of us were so close. We were known for our friendship by many others. And we were just so close; it must've been one of the closest friendships I ever had. So I clung onto it, because I wanted it to last so badly. Everything was fine and I thought that not a thing would change the friendship we had.

But I was wrong.

I was so wrong.

I still remember the day when my parents told me we had to leave again, just after 2 years. I was in shock. My body became liquid, my head began to spin, everything was numb. I had just settled into this new life and thought that everything was okay only to get slapped in the face by reality.

Because in truth, I still wasn't okay.

The three of us had our last moments and we cherished them as much as we could. The day I left, I thought that my tears had been spent for the next month.

I realized my mistake that took me 2 years to figure out.

I clung on too hard.

I held on too tight.

And when I had to let go, I broke.

Bit by bit, I feel apart.

I see that they've moved on. They've found their place without me and they've made friendships that'll last. I came to realize that I was holding them back from making these friendships without even realizing it and that I needed to let them live their lives and not get in their way.

But it hurts.

It hurts so much.

It hurts to see them say inside jokes that I will never understand. It hurts to see them post things about what they did with their new friends. It hurts to talk about school to them, because it's different for all of us.

And that's not fair.

It's not fair that I'm jealous, and that's all it is.

It's not fair.

That's all it is.

I know that one day this will pass by. I know that one day, I'll have to say goodbye to the ones that I was so close with. I know that one day, I'll have to accept those moments back then as memories and not something that can be revived.

One day.

But it still hurts.

And it's not fair.