How I Met My Best Friend: Loss of a Friendship

Meeting My Best Friend

I'll describe how I met my best friend. I met my best friend, who I’ll keep anonymous, in 7th grade in the seemingly small town of League City, Texas. A young, petite girl with curly brown hair, who looked shy of her quiet demeanor. Even though we didn’t seem like the type of people who would have clicked… we did. Whenever she would mention something I knew we both had in common, we would talk endlessly, never knowing what the next conversation might be about. She was full of jokes and laughter but had a complex mind. We grew into sisters and became happy by the littlest gestures we would do for each other.

Creating Memories with My Best Friend

It wasn’t just the late nights spent talking, but also the endless sleepovers and trips we took together. When we first arrived in Kansas together, the home state of my parents and family, she was so intrigued by everything and began asking what seemed like dozens of questions. I excitedly said she should come again, and she instantly took me up on the offer. We began doing stuff everyday together for the next year. It started with a “Let’s hangout next weekend,” to us going home after school together and having sleepovers. The summer before 8th grade we would go on road trips with each of our family’s, and never stopped having fun. We had our inside jokes and the silly mistakes and moments we had created and shared with one another.

In 8th grade, right before high school, she had gotten into a fight with another girl in our grade. Because she was my best friend I had been dragged into the situation. This argument lasted for months…it eventually just became drama and the fact that she simply had ill feelings towards this girl. I loved how she could make any bad situation seem better. I loved how happy she would get when we hung out or talked for 5 minutes, 15 minutes, sometimes an hour. She would Facetime me to talk about the troubles she’s been dealing with, and the random things she had just wanted to rant about that day.

Lessons Learned and Moving Forward

Our friendship suddenly ended that summer. No amount of hugs from my mom could help mend the broken pieces. But I gained a new friend out of this. I hope the girl I once called my sister is now living a fulfilling life. Because in the end she inspired me, she taught me new things about the meaning of friendship. And she will always be so incredibly awesome for that.