My whole life I’ve heard that getting your heart broken by the boy or girl you love is one of the worst pains. I will never tell anyone that…because really the worst pain one feels is the loss of someone who you truly thought was your best friend.

1 month and 4 days. That’s how long it has been since we last spoke.

Like most relationships, it did not end well. Up to this point, we had been able to have different opinions and work through them. This time, not so much. Over the course of our friendship, I think we both learned a lot. I know I did. I learned patience and acceptance.

We laughed so much we cried, sometimes we did cry together.

We spent endless amounts of summer nights together just mindlessly wandering around blaring our music way too loud.

We bonded over a stupid boy and I will forever be grateful for that stupid boy because it brought me closer to someone who I may not have been close to otherwise.

We pushed each other, we accepted only the best of each other, we were open and honest, we told each other our darkest secrets. I knew when something was wrong with her just by the tone of a text message, and she knew me better than I knew myself sometimes. She came to my rescue at two in the morning no matter the circumstance. We would show up at each other’s homes unannounced.

We even attempted to paint her oddly shaped and multi-colored room one summer (it still isn’t finished). She is one of the genuinely smartest but weirdest people I know. She has goals in her life that no one else I know has. She has one of the biggest hearts but hides it behind the biggest brick wall most of the time. There have been few who have actually climbed the wall that she let in, thankfully I was one of those people for a while. Making friends is one thing, but being best friends with someone who is your sister is another. There is nothing like singing horrible karaoke in the car and knowing that you aren’t blood sisters because your mom could never have handled you both, so you are best friends instead.

They say that all good things must come to an end, and like most good things…this has come to an end. While it may not have ended well, and I may have been mad at her for a while, I am no longer in that place of anger. I don’t know anything about her life anymore, I do not get to call or text her when something happens at home that I know we would both laugh at, but I do get the joy in saying she was a big part of my life for a very long time. Now when people ask me about her my only response is “I honestly do not know, but I hope from the bottom of my heart she is happy and thriving the way she deserves to.”