Childhood Friends

 

Childhood Friends

The love and the loss of those who you held dear

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Growing closer

    We were only children when we met, and the adventures started the first day. We shared laughs, smiles and deep, personal experiences that only we knew. We were there for each other all throughout elementary and middle school, our developing years spent beside each other, inseparable. A friend we shared mutually tried to break our bond, but it only brought us closer together. The inside jokes were piling up in the tethered notebook we kept at all times, as we took turns doodling and writing between the lines in an attempt to make each other laugh. The beginning and ending of summer was our absolute favorite, as we would celebrate by creating a whole day of activities; water balloons, chalk, swimming, and laying in the lush green grass that stretched over our yards. Every year, it was always the day right before school, so sitting on the curb that's outside while we draw with our chalk was surreal, because that was the last moments before high school; where everything started to fall apart. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Growing apart

    High school started off like it was a world I've never seen before, and unfortunately I had to treck the adventure alone since we went to different schools. We met a different crowd of people, gained different hobbies, learned other ways to bond and become closer to others. Nothing changed between us in the beginning, since we were more than capable of texting, calling, and seeing each other before and after school. Then I fell in love with a boy who made me feel special, a boy who I would want to spend the rest of my life with... but with doing so, I caused a gap between our friendship. Admittedly, I started to spend time with my significant other rather than be with her, which was a change from what we were both used to. With the extra time we would have spent together, you spent with others, which is nobody's fault but my own. Texting began to dwindle, and seeing her face became less and less as our high school career moved forward. I became closer friends with those I went to school with, and so did she. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Growing without

    End of High School was the last remaining moments I called her my closest friend. She simply did not want to be associated with me anymore, as she took the other friends I held dear with her. Ever since, I've been craving the feeling of somebody who I can talk to, someone who has laughed at the same jokes as me. I sit and I reminisce about the times we shared sitting on her couch, playing our Nintendo consoles, or the times we would camp in a tent in the backyard just for the hell of it. I come across videos even to this day that remind me of her, and it takes every fiber of my being to not send them to her. For the life of me, it seems I could never hold a friend close for too long, and she was the one I thought would never leave my side. All of the fond memories seem so hard to look back on, but seeing her happy and making new friends has almost been refreshing. But I cannot deny that I long to be there, sharing those happy memories with the people I used to call my friends. 

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