Ex-Best-Friend

I knew her like a book. Indeed, she was my favourite page turner. I waited and waited for her to come back, but this best friend was now a stranger. I was the one who waited, and she didn’t give a damn.

Her favourite colour was the same blue as Belle’s eyes. Has it changed in a year? Her favourite character of all time had to be Belle as well. Has it changed since I last chatted with her? I knew the name she wanted to give her child. Has it changed? Her brain chemicals were against her, the disease giving her headache after headache. I ache for her to be happy.

Where there was once sweet, fond greetings, there was now stony silence. Every message I sent, got left on read, until there came a time when I realised I was dead to her. Indeed, there was no use in messaging anymore.

Where there was once a proud introduction between friend and me, now she’s warning people against me. She turns people against me, until I’m left alone.

How do you end up a stranger to your best friend? Did I hold on too tight? At least now I’ve let go, right? I’m letting go, everyday, and it gets easier and easier. I’ll always love this strange person, but she has made her choice.

If she’s reading this, somehow, somewhere, I don’t know if I would change a single letter. She has been there and while I’m sure, positive even, that her side of the story is quite different, I lived it too.

I love you, stranger.