From the moment we met there was a connection. We could talk for hours and never be bored. We didn't have to go anywhere. We could stay in our dorm and binge watch scary movies all day long. It sounds cliche, but even though we had just met, it felt like we had known each other forever.
You quickly became my best friend. You knew all my secrets, all my insecurities. Honestly, you knew everything about me. You saw me go through the ups and downs of life and you always had my back. Until you didn't.
I'm still not sure what happened, but one day you decided that you didn't want to be my friend anymore. But losing you wasn't what broke me. What cracked me was what you did after our friendship ended. You decided that if you weren't going to be in my life, then you were going to make it miserable.
You turned our whole friend group against me and started spreading rumors around campus. If that weren't enough, you wrote hate-filled letters threatening me. When I finally couldn't take it anymore, I reached out for help and our school didn't do anything. I couldn't understand how you could go from my best friend to treating me like I was worthless.
Even though I can't fully understand why you did this, I want to. So I push myself to consider the possibility that you were going through something yourself. Maybe you were in as much pain as I was. Now that we are in different place in life, I'm able to reflect on this time. Even though you tried to tear me down, in the end, it only made me stronger.
