I Miss My Best Friend

I miss the good times we had, all the little inside jokes it’s possible for two 10 year olds to have. The little games we played and secrets we shared. For 8 years this person was my best friend and we did everything we possibly could together, then we went to different schools and we lost contact. I never expected it to end like this, but I was the only one who made an effort to save our friendship. She was pretty and popular, she fit in well with the crowd, while I wasn’t pretty and I didn’t really fit in. I stuck out, I didn’t enjoy what other girls my age enjoyed, I was the odd one out. This was fine when we were younger, but I guess when she hit her teenage years it just became embarrassing to hang out with someone who didn’t mind being who they were, who didn’t want to conform with the world. 7 years later we are like strangers to each other and I doubt we’d recognise each other if we met in the street. Although I always claimed that it was perfect, when I look back the relationship was quite one sided, but I still enjoyed it because she was the first friend I ever had, so I couldn’t know and expect any better anyway.