Maybe, just maybe, we’re still best friends in another universe?
When people ask me what one of my biggest heartbreaks has been, I have no problem saying, “The loss of my best friend.”
She was once my best friend. I’ve always admired her brave attitude ever since our first met. She’s not like other kids — more assertive and courageous. She wasn’t easily swayed by what others said and gave off an “I don’t care” vibe. That’s how she embraced me as a friend when others were competing to be enemies with me at that time. It wasn’t easy for me to make friends in a new school environment. I was the kind of kid who would be shy when it came to meeting new people. She’s again and again played an important role in a fleeting moment of my life — being my first friend at the new school.
I felt so strange.
Will you talk to me again?
I still remember our first conversation. I was the one who was a little excited because our houses were not too far away. We went to the same course, and that’s how we got closer every single day. We started exchanging our little secrets and conversations that only the two of us knew about. You gave me a nickname, and soon others started calling me that too. I always followed you everywhere you went until people said that we began to look a bit alike. Isn’t it funny? People began to say the kinds of things to us that they only say to two best friends.
Everything went smoothly. We became good friends and I started to get along with other friends and some of your friends that I had never met. There were also little fights and misunderstandings between us. But even so, I became even more convinced that you were the one.
“Yes, there is nothing eternal in this world.”
“What do you mean?”
We became strangers. Since I had to move to my hometown, we’ve been separated. It was a decision made by adults, my parents, not me.
“I don’t know why the lines of destiny changed after I started to feel comfortable in this place. I don’t know.”
I cried every single night before the day I moved. I was forced to let go of everything I had found in that place — all the people who had been kind and taught me, all my favorite places, and all the memories I had made there. I had to let them all go. And the hardest thing for me to do was to say goodbye to my best friend. She was angry with me because I did not tell her earlier. I kept the secret for about two weeks. I couldn’t tell her any more. I had also tried to convince my parents to let me stay in the city with my uncle’s family, but it didn’t work.
The day of my farewell came. I shook hands and hugged all my friends. Strangely, it was always in those last moments before parting that everything felt so close and intertwined. I cried until my eyes were swollen at that moment. When it was me and my best friend’s turn to shake hands, it took a little longer. Our tears fell on each other’s shoulders as we hugged. I still remember how reluctant you were to let go of the hug, but you had to because there were others waiting in line to shake hands. I will never forget those times when I loved you so much.
