Over the course of my life, I have had 3 people I used to call best friends, but who are no longer in my life. Luckily, I have made new friends to take place of the old, who keep me sane during my toughest times. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss the old friends.
I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and the people who I grew apart from were supposed to leave my life. It is hard, though.
The first friend is one who I had since we were both toddlers, until around 7th grade. Then, things started to change. She began to hang out with people who I didn’t want to be friends with. At first, I thought it was just her branching out, because I always thought we would be best friends. I told her everything, and we had the best memories.
However, I began to see her less and less frequently, and eventually, we just stopped talking. I see her every now and then, and it hurts that I can’t tell her everything the way I used to. It was one of my closest relationships to anyone, someone who I spent so much of my life with.
Another was someone I met when I moved to a new town. She was my first friend here, and happened to live very close to me. We had movie nights every Friday, and we hung out pretty much every day in between.
But just like before, time caused change. Time is a hard to understand concept. It can heal, it can break, and it can change things. Things were easier when we were younger and had time to hang out. But with more schoolwork came less free time.
Finally, the last friendship was one that didn’t last very long. We met in sixth grade, the start of middle school. We became close in a matter of days, and we hung out all the time. Especially with the amount of classes we had together, there was no way we could go hours without talking.
But, like the rest of these stories, this one does not have a happy ending either. When eighth grade came, we both realized we were going to different high schools. This meant we would no longer see each other. I was still interested in keeping in touch, but her, not so much. She began to sit with other people at lunch, and talk to me less and less the last week of school. So I moved on.
In all three cases, I was hurt. I was sad about losing some important people in my life. But as I said earlier, I believe everything happens for a reason. And it’s true. High school was a huge step for me, because I was going to be meeting all new people. After a few weeks, my group of friends was set, and we’ve been together through everything since then. As a junior now, I look back at my past friendships and see that they each taught me something. Without those experiences I wouldn’t be the person I am today, and I definitely wouldn’t have the friends I do now.
Everyone you encounter in your life serves a purpose, and it will better you in the future. If people are meant to stay, they will, otherwise it is good to put things behind you.