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“I remember a time you called me friend,” I wanted to say.
I tore my eyes away, from a figure that did the same. Our smiles stretched to one another, fake smiles that made a mockery of us once friends.
She held herself stiff, and she shook as I was shaking and my nails dug into the palm of my hand, where I felt her pain.
I turned my gaze downcast though I didn’t need to because I knew she was doing the same.
I held myself tense, and we passed one another in one shallow breath.
My phone went off, with a ringtone we once shared.
I picked it up, and I heard her voice.
“I’ve missed you,” she hung up, and her arms were around me, and she held me tight.
I turned around, and she was crying.
“I forgive you,” she said.
“And I forgive you too.”
When I think of friends, I think of those closest to me. My best friends, my girlfriend and those I’ve wronged.
My closest friends are those that I always go to. Outside of university we make a commitment, and we meet up many times a year, and my girlfriend is always a phone call away.
Instead, it’s those that I’ve wronged that I miss the most.
It’s one thing to lose friends because of distance and of changing interests, quite another when you’re at fault. Facebook memories are the worst in that regard, and it rubs salt in wounds years deep.
I miss one of my friends in particular, and this is a story of how I imagined how its success would go.
Have you lost friends due to mistakes? Please share your stories below.