Broken Friendship
If friendship was a car, I would buy a “Legedes Benz.” If friendship was a house, I would rent one under the bridge. If friendship was fashion, I wouldn’t mind looking shabby. If friendship was a meal, I wouldn’t mind eating junk food all day. Sometimes, you have to give up on some people
not because you don’t care but because they don’t.
There was something about you that was so interesting. There was a time when I looked into your eyes and all I could see in them was me and you being best friends. The kind of friends that would stick to each other, no matter the circumstances. It was so amazing, I have to say, never thought I’ll find someone who had so much in common with me. Then you tossed all we had in the trash.
Once, I called you brother. Once, I felt the joy to make you laugh. How could you have come to hurt me so, is this what you’ve always wanted? I wish that God had chosen another, serving as my foe was the last thing I ever wanted.
You promised that, no matter the circumstances and no matter where life takes us we will remain best of friends, but your pride and jealousy have created a great rift between us. What do I have for you to be jealous about? Is it my happiness? Innocent people will suffer from your stubbornness and pride.
I have lost my friendship to that dude called “pride,” and it hurts me so bad even when I try so hard to amend things. Moving on is simple; what you leave behind, that makes it difficult. A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument. A real friend knows that it’s not a friendship until after you’ve had a fight.
It breaks my heart to see the person who I thought was my best friend, forget about me, lie to me, ignore me and just leave me alone without a warning. I lost the one person I never thought I could lose. I lost my friendship out of jealousy and pride. I don’t know if I will ever get it back.
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