A Friend that Got Away!
Friendship is strange, almost cruel in its fragility.
It begins with a spark, a connection so pure you think nothing could tarnish it. You open yourself up, piece by piece, letting them see your fears, your dreams, your unspoken hopes. They become your mirror, reflecting the best parts of you. And then, one day, without warning, they shatter that mirror, leaving you to bleed on the shards.
Betrayal from a friend doesn’t feel real at first. It’s like staring at an empty chair where they used to sit, convinced they’ll walk back in and tell you it was all a mistake. But they don’t. They’ve walked away, carrying pieces of you that you’ll never get back. You replay it all, not just to understand but to punish yourself. I should have known. I should have been smarter.
The ache comes in waves. Sometimes it’s a dull throb, manageable, almost forgettable. And then, out of nowhere, it hits you like a storm. A song you both loved, a joke they would’ve laughed at, their name popping up in a conversation. They’re everywhere and nowhere all at once. And the hardest part? You still miss them. You hate them for what they did, but you ache for the way they used to make you feel.
But there’s a deeper, darker twist to it all. It’s not just them you lose, it’s everyone. You start to wonder if all friendships are just time bombs, ticking away until they explode. You withdraw, building walls so high that no one can climb them, not even the ones who truly care. Loneliness becomes a comfort because at least loneliness can’t betray you.
And in the quiet moments, the truth settles in. They’ve moved on. While you’re here, sifting through the ruins, they’re out there, laughing, living, forgetting. It’s a cruel kind of betrayal, not just of the friendship but of your belief in it. You gave them the best parts of yourself, and they left you with the worst parts of them.
What’s left is a hollow version of the bond you once cherished. You don’t cry as much anymore, but the numbness isn’t any better. You tell yourself you’ve learned a lesson, but all it really feels like is loss. And maybe, just maybe, that’s all friendship ever is, a beautiful lie that turns to ash the moment you try to hold on too tightly.
