I looked into her eyes and asked her, “Do you even care that I am leaving?” She contemplated for no longer than three seconds and uttered, “No, not anymore.” That was the moment in time I could pinpoint as the end of our true friendship. Those words stung and I just sat there and soaked them in. I was in shock but somehow still knew what her response would be. I could not even begin to think what to say to that… I had to think about all the circumstances.
Nearly two years of my life seemed irrelevant now. My best friend looked me in the eyes and told me she doesn’t care anymore. Keep in mind this is the same girl who a few months ago embraced me as tightly as she could and said through tears, “Never leave me.” This was a heartbreaking moment. Her tears soaked my shoulder and mine soaked hers. I didn’t ever want to leave her either. Her and I had a special connection that everyone around us saw and for me to leave that meant a slight tinge of heartbreak. I continued to hold her but also reminded her that I was not leaving for quite some time.
Something was starting to change however and I picked up on it rather expediently. We started growing apart. It could be argued that it was for other people from both parties. I made a new friend that changed my life and she started getting involved with relationships and the like. Prior to these events though we were closer than ever. Can one relationship with somebody really change a connection that strong? Apparently this was the case. I was hurt because how I saw it was that I didn’t matter to her anymore. Like she could not have a boyfriend and a best friend. This was the start of it all.
The more I got involved with my new friend the more upset she got. I was still communicating with both of them an equal amount. She was the one who rarely communicated. She never started conversations and when I did, she ended them rather quickly. Why? There was somebody else. Whoever seemed to be settling in her heart at the time was always the main focus of her attention. I completely understand other people are there but I felt ignored, a feeling I still feel to this day.
Her and I had a rather kiss-and-makeup relationship but that could change the next day. We always fought, made up, and then ended up fighting again. It didn’t seem worth it to keep trying to make it right but she never attempted to. I didn’t want my best friend of two years to just be some insignificant contact in the past. The entire summer before I left I wanted to see her. I wanted to be on good terms with her because heartbreak is that much worse when you leave somebody angry. I would set up a time we could be together but they never seemed to work out. She was always busy or so she had me believe. She would ignore the fact I wanted to bond with her and make plans with other friends. That hurt so much. A knife had entered my back and since then every time I talked to her, it plunged a little further in. I was getting frustrated with dealing with this every moment. I was not in a good place either. I was dealing with some personal issues and was not exactly in the right mind to handle other outside problems so I simply let it escape my mind for the time being.
I couldn’t do it. This girl was everything to me. The girl I took to Junior Prom. The girl who had saved my life more times than I can count. The girl who gave me hugs that were warm and made me smile. I could not just let her walk out without a fight. I wanted to speak with her, let her know how I felt. We did just that. I picked her up and took her to the park by her house. We started right away. Where the conversation kept turning was what pains me. The topic was always directed to how terrible of a person I was. I understood her arguments but she appeared to not comprehend mine. I will agree, we were both at wrong here but I at least had the courage to admit my mistakes. She did no such thing. That’s when she said it. “No, not anymore.” Right then and there was when I knew our friendship would never be the same. I sat there in silence and could not even find the appropriate words to speak. “Ok” was the best I could come up with. I just said ‘ok’ and continued to stare at the floor because I could not make eye contact with her.
Some time passed before more words were spoken. “ I have to go home” was all that she said. I stared off in silence again and finally stood up and walked to my car, still avoiding looking at her. We pulled up and she stepped out of my car. “I never said that I didn’t care” she said as she slammed my door. Well, this was not true. She looked me in the eye and told me she didn’t care. How could I forget a moment like that? That was the longest car ride home.
A few days had passed and I was still feeling emptier than ever. My other best friend ran up and gave me a hug when I went to visit the marching band for the last time. She gave me a look that said it all. It was the look that said ‘I guess I will give you a hug’ so she did. She apologized to me, which I accepted but didn’t quite believe in all honesty. I had a feeling it had to do with me leaving and she also didn’t want to leave on bad terms.
The last time I saw her did not quite go as I had planned. This was probably due to the fact that we just barely made up and there were still hard feelings there. No tears were shed. She embraced me for a shorter amount of time than I had predicted and no real words were spoken. It felt strange. It was kind of like I was just saying goodbye for a day, not for several months.
We continued to talk while I was in college but not as much. I usually had to get a hold of her first or she had to be reminded that I was here somehow. That empty feeling still persists and I am not really sure how to fill that void. She doesn’t care anymore. At least, not the way she used to.