I once had a best friend in the whole world. It started in preschool and when it ended I thought I would never see him again, but I saw him in elementary. When we were in second or third grade we would write birthday letters to each other. I remember what he wrote. He wrote down saying we would be best friend forever, but what happened in fourth grade and continuing changed what happened to him. He met other people and I don't blame him for wanting to meet new people. People change people and that's life. I can't help but feel as if I'm alone in the world again. Sometimes I wondered what I could have done to have him as my friend.
Middle school came and I guess he forgot about me so I did something my heart didn't. I threw away all the birthday letters from everyone. I guess it felt like they didn't mean it because it was mandatory. To me it would seem he has forgotten about me. If some of you know me personally, you would see how mean I am. I apologize if I hurt any of you deeply it's just that I don't want to be hurt anymore. More friends I make the lonelier I get. I get defensive because I'm afraid who to trust. When I have friends they have other friends, of course they know more people than me, but I can't help feel if I were to disappear than they wouldn't notice.
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Life
Non-FictionI don't own any pictures or videos. I own the experience. You don't have to pity me or cry for me (trust me I've done plenty of that). "Friendship is delicate as a glass, once broken it can be fixed but there will always be cracks." Waqar Ahmed
