This I Believe
I believe that you never know what will ruin the best thing that ever happened to you.
In eighth grade, I lost one of the closest friends I had ever had. From halfway through seventh grade all of the way to summer after eighth grade; we were the best of friends. We did everything together and even had five classes together. We got in our little fights, but that’s what made us stronger. For that year and a half, we were positive that we were going to be best friends until the end. We thought we had endured hell, and that nothing could break us apart. As it turns out; we hadn’t gone through what would break us apart yet. During summer, we got together almost every day that we didn’t have practice or games for summer league for upcoming high school sports. This continued until August 1st 2008, when I had to leave for my mom’s house in North Carolina. While I was in North Carolina, I tried as best I could to keep in touch with her. I text messaged her every morning, and she instant messaged me almost every night. Gradually, the conversations began to differ from what they used to be. I could feel my best friend slowly but surely slipping away, and there was nothing I could do because she was on the other side of the country. I wanted to go back to fix our friendship before it was too late, but I couldn’t. All I could do was wait. I tried to enjoy myself while at my mom’s house, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how things were going to be when I got back to California. I knew they were not going to be the same, but I tried to fool myself into believing that nothing could have possibly changed if we weren’t together to change anything. But what I didn’t know was that us not being together to change anything, was changing everything. When I got back to California, I was not surprised to find out that she had found a new best friend. It hurt me, but I was definitely not surprised, I had known it was coming. I wanted her back, but people lose friends all of the time: this doesn’t mean it’s the right thing to be happening though. Still, to this day, I regret leaving to go to my moms house, but things happen for a reason, so obviously we weren’t meant to be best friends because best friends push through anything. Me and her, we couldn’t make it through anything, just some things, that’s why current title is ex-best friends.
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