friendship
C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
Dear Ex-Best Friend
Dear ex-best friend, What happened between us? We were friends since we were around two-years-old when we went to the same daycare. Our mothers came together and they became best friends as well. The only difference between them and us is that they still talk to each other and do things together, while we are in the same room sitting in awkward and uncomfortable silence not speaking to one another. Yeah, my family moved to a different town, but that didn't stop you from visiting on a regular basis. You would still find the time to have talks while we would drive around town to tell you what was on my mind and you to tell me what was on yours. We would still spend the night at each others houses wishing to be older. So what changed? Fast forward to teenage years, the difficult years. We would still see each other and visit, but now these visits were starting to get a little more distance between them. I didn't mind, neither did you. We were starting to get past the "best friends" point and to the "sisters" point. We would decide to plan parties together and get in trouble for it the next day. We were rebelling together. But all that stopped for a while, when I started to date someone who promised me the world. But in time, we would see the lies behind his promises. It got to the point where any place was better than a place with him around. That is why when I was invited to your sisters wedding, I was super excited to see you again. I was so ready to rekindle that lasting friendship, and it did happen. We were at the reception getting buzzed, I had a ring on that my boyfriend, at the time, gave to me. I accidentally let it slip down the drain, and I started to freak out and panic at the thought of my boyfriend losing his temper. But what did you do? You stood up for me! You told me that if we couldn't get the ring back to put the blame on you. Tell him that it was you who accidentally lost the ring instead of me. Why did you do this? Because you saw how scared I was and you took action! To this day, I am still very grateful that you did that! But things started to change when I broke up with that boyfriend and got a new one, your brother. Now, you're probably thinking, wow, what a dirty woman to do that. But let me tell you in all honesty, I never thought I would fall in love with him. But it happened. I was starting to get treated like the woman that I was, respected, loved and cared for. You seemed to be fine with it, and I respected your boundaries. We eventually had a kid together, and you were excited to be an aunt. You would visit me and work and rub my belly and talk to the little baby boy inside me. You even met him after he was born, I though you were in love with him. But now that is all a distant memory of what we were, because now things are so very different. I don't know why you stopped calling or texting me. I don't know why when you see me, your brother or your nephew, you're not that excited anymore. I really do hope that one day we can become friends again.
By Amiracle Zawatzki7 years ago in Humans
The Day My Friend Died
I met him through a friend, and at first, he rather intimidated me. He was at least 6'3" and built well. He had the most beautiful blue eyes that sparkled when he talked and laughed. He always had a smile on his face for me, and I felt the same way inside. His name was Brian.
By Denise Willis7 years ago in Humans
The Hierarchy
I spent seven total years in public school. It was a figurative jungle, and those who chose to be different were socially annihilated. There was a hierarchy evident in the fabrics of daily work and play that made the feeble conform easily to whatever the “tigers,” wished them to do. So there were barely any “truly bad” kids in public school, only those who were too afraid to stand up for themselves and others.
By Emily Milay7 years ago in Humans
Loyalty
Loyalty. It is something you can't expect from everyone. In reality, not everyone is going to support you and stand with you. There are a lot of people out there who are on loyal to you while they can use you, but once they don't need you anymore, you become the worst person to them. They will talk all manner of evil about you and will hate you for no reason.
By Shauna Campbell7 years ago in Humans
To the Person Who Sacrifices Their Happiness for Someone Else
Take a step back, look at the bigger picture. Are things as they seem? On the outside, they look like they are happy, healthy, and what every person could want, but are they really? It takes a good long hard look and some digging for anyone to find out otherwise, except you. You know that it is not good for you and you know that you’d be happier without them, so what is stopping you? Time. Commitment. Effort. So many things are stopping you from pulling the plug that you have known for so long should be pulled. What if they change? What if you can make it better? You just want to make a big band-aid and fix it to make it be how it was when things first started. Back when it was new, fresh, loving and happy. When you could look them in the eye and see all of the fun and all of the light that your relationship could make. You probably wonder to yourself, what changed? Did I do something? Did they do something? The answer to both questions is usually yes. You both changed. New opportunities came along, “better” things came into your lives, you found joy in other people and things, and within the blink of an eye, your relationship began to unfold before you.
By Makayla Richards7 years ago in Humans
HER: A Short Story of a Damaged Friendship
Her—I never liked her. I stopped coming around because of her. There was something about HER. I sat and scratched my head as my friends told me about what they really thought about her, but why didn’t you say anything to me about her? The blank looks I got, shoulder shrugged, or the “I didn’t want you to be mad at me” statements, I would have rather the truth or awkward conversation about my new found friend. I think it could have saved me from what was going to transpire over the months ahead. I set ablaze an old friendship because of her. I became her first defense when her love life went up in flames; in fact, I set the fire to the already toxic relationship she claimed she had. Her hard life and her sad misfortune with lovers, all of this she chalked up to why she liked to be alone. Alone she was not. Alone—her definition of alone would be a mix up between lovers that got her caught in a (cough) pickle so to speak. Using people along the way to get what or who she wanted without hesitation or even a slight blink of an eye to whom she may hurt or drag into her messed up outlook on what a true friend was. Nothing stopped her. She ran off of desire and pleasure—not trust, loyalty, or love. There were no regrets as she burned down bridges, wrecking balls through walls, and demolished friendships with no remorse for anyone. If this person had a name, I think she would be referred to as Lilith, the female devil of her time. A truly soulless monster that devoured everything good in her path with no compassion or prejudice for real human beings—to be so numb to anyone that she would do anything for herself; it is an outrage. Not just me—see I am not the only one that has stood by her, but a group of other people as well. She has really made a name for herself, the floozy bar fly. No one is interested in her anymore, the narcissist hussy and her bag of tricks can go pound bricks. What a terrible place to be 30-something just learning what it is like to have nobody. When she was given the world and then some—she took it and crumbled it into a billion little tiny pieces! When not even a single person that has had the pleasure of running into her can say she is decent, kind, and lovable—that is true sadness. Beauty can only run so deep, but when your heart is cold and your soul is almost black, nothing can redefine your pretty face.
By Amanda DeGrasse7 years ago in Humans
Anticlimax: A Reunion that Could’ve Been
The other night, I had this oddly photorealistic dream about Ginny and her friends. It was all sorts of terrifying and fascinating, mainly because it felt very real; I actually ended up sleeping in the next morning because of it. I spent the last two days before that imperceptibly looking through their recent vacation photos in Japan so I guess it was bound to happen eventually... or perhaps it was just the usual gnawing guilt and self-hatred visibly manifesting themselves all over again, accompanied by the painful reminder that I was truly my “father’s” demon spawn of a daughter and an awful, awful human being. I’ve made nasty mistakes, brutally hurt loved ones, and this dream seemed to be my mind’s unconscious attempt to help me fix them.
By Dylan Balde7 years ago in Humans
