When friendship ends

Close your eyes and think for a minute about your best friend. 

They are someone you share your deepest secrets with. A confidante. A person with whom you ride the crests and falls of the rollercoaster that we know as life.  When you’re feeling sad or lonely, it’s comforting to know that just a phone call away is someone who will lift you up and offer you hope.


Great friends are hard to come by, so if you're lucky enough to find one, you grab a tight hold and don't let go.

Until tragedy strikes. 
They die.

That’s it. They’re just not there anymore.


Like a thousand tiny shards of broken glass, the devastation threatens to scar you to the core.

Six months on and I still think of her.

You dial her number out of habit until you realise, you can’t speak to her anymore.

Then it hits you. 

It’s the rawness of the feelings that is the toughest. Storms of emotion threaten to knock you down like a pin in a bowling alley. 

First comes mourning. The sadness covers you like a thick, heavy blanket.  How will you ever be the same again? 

Then anger strikes like a snake. It squeezes you so tight that all hopes of happiness fade along with the stars behind your eyes. Anger leaves no room for other thoughts.

These are the feelings that curse through you when a close friend dies. 

Only in my story, our relationship died through disagreement.

"Why? How did this happen? Why?" It’s on repeat inside my head.

We were like a close-knit family. I was part of hers. I remember sitting in the warmth of the kitchen in our holiday house, frantically taking down the recipe of her mums delectable sausage rolls whilst our other halves reclined on the couch, their snores threatening to wake the neighbours.

A favourite writer of mine, Eden Riley, once wrote that there are seventeen sides to every story and that very accurately describes this tale. It’s a Rubik cube of "should have's". I should have said this. I should have called more to explain my side. I should have climbed to the roof top and screamed until she had to listen. But how many should have's are enough?

Whichever way you view it, I’m still mourning. I miss her. We were ten years.

But enough. Enough now. Life must go on.


We all need to be reminded of how much other people treasure us. If you're lucky enough to have a best friend, call her/him NOW and tell them how you feel about them. Before it's too late.

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