I believe in not holding grudges. Time is too short to hold on to a grudge and not make amends. When I was a lot younger I only had a handful of friends and one best friend. My best friend to be was one of my first friends I made when I first moved to San Diego when I was 6 years old. I was the new kid starting second grade at my elementary school and very nervous because I was the new kid and didn’t know anyone. At lunch time my soon to be friend was trying to be nice and introduce him self, but being the shy kid that I was every time he’d try to sit next to me at the lunch tables I would slide down a few seats. Finally there was no where else for me to go so I had to sit there and say hi.
After that day we stayed friend for many more years. We were best friend until late high school. Our senior year of high school we both started to like different things such as music, clothes and people. But there was one thing we both agreed on, a girl. This was the girl that destroyed a long friendship.
We were both interested in the same girl and agreed that none of us would try to talk to her because we knew it would jeopardize our friendship, which it did. I was your typical teenager and did what any good teenager friend would do; I got her number and ask her out on a date, but little did I know so did he. I was upset that he went behind our agreement, even though I did to, but that’s beside the point. I was also upset that he won the girl.
After that we were no longer friend. At the end of the senior year the girl and my no-longer friend had broken up and he had signed up for the military for after he graduates. He wanted to make amends for the incident we had over the girl but, because I thought I knew what pride was and I thought being the bigger man was winning and never talking to him again, we graduated and went our separate ways. He went off to the military and I went to community college. A few years later someone who know us both informed he we was killed on duty.
Because I thought I was too cool to make amends and I let something stupid destroy a friendship I will never get a chance to say sorry.
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