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7.[R] Short story of Trinity and us. [R]

Remember Trinity?

I remember her. She was one of the best people I could have ever met.  Trinity was my friend,more than that she was my BEST friend. Yes, she knew more parts of me than I knew myself. I loved her. She was awesome in every way possible. Then my sister and I got into a fight, and we made such a big fuss to the point where we made her choose. My sister and I have never bicker like this ever before but Trinity meant so much to both of us, that we didn't want to lose her. So we did the stupidest thing ever and we made her choose.

Was I proud of it? No.  

I wasn't. 

I think there was lots of envy. The fight was between my sister and I but yet we involve people, The people we love. My sister and I didn't speak for months trying to avoid each other in every way possible. 

It hurted. 

I remember one day, I decided to be the bigger person and call my sister from school. She responded immediately. We talked and talked until we finally kind of just made up.  I was upset yet happy at the same time. Why you might ask? 

Because I realize my friend that I clung to was going away. She was moving. 

It's funny how the universe makes you feel better only to make you feel like shit afterwards.  As soon as she told me she was moving,I literally spend every possible time I could be with her. You see, Trinity parents were strict. She wasn't allow to have any connection what so ever to the outside world. So really, the only time I saw her was in school. 

I think the worse part about this is that I never said goodbye. 

I never said see you later, or anything. I kind of chicken out and left a week early because saying goodbye just didn't settle well in my stomach. I didn't want anything to end. 

It didn't help that I still chose to believe that I was going to see her next year. I was in denial you might say. I know even though,I was with Jennifer the following year, It still didn't feel right. 

I miss having trinity around and listening to her excuses and making her feel better afterwards. 

I think if she stay everything would be way different. We would still be friends, we would still hold secrets and our bonds would be much more stronger.  I was upset when she left but I understood what she had to leave. The way she was living, she just couldn't stay. You'd have to be stupid to stay in an environment like that. 

It's been 4 years I believe since I saw her. I'm not giving up on her though,She will always have a place in my heart. If the world wants, I'm going to see her again and if it doesn't happen,

Well it was never intended to happen anyways.

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I still remember everything of her. She had long black hair and bangs on her forehead, I remember saying ''tough luck'' to her and we would laugh about it. Those were the times. 

Though, even though she isn't here, she's taught me a very good lesson.  Don't think about the future, think about the now and here. If it's meant to be you will see the person again and if it's not then it never was. 

I use to regret not saying goodbye to her appropriately. 

But now I don't because again if it was meant to be, I would have; but it's just part of my past now.

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