It's been the longest time since I've last written anything here. But I felt like I needed to all of the sudden... Nine months ago I lost my best friend. Just over nine months ago I found my soul mate. I found a new best friend worthy of my friendship. Someone who never flaked out when things got rough. I can go on and on about how much I love him, and how comfortable I am with him, and how him and his family have saved me from my abusive home. I am grateful for every ounce of their kindness, love, and support.
But I found that once in a friendship, and to this day it still gets to me that it ended so abruptly over nothing. I've heard it from my ex, and from my two best friends, she's a bitch. I have never had a friendship fizzle out like this. Even me and Jack still get along and talk on occasion. She was a coward. She couldn't even tell it to my face. But god, the friend in me still wants to be there for her. Because I know just how shit her life can be, and absolutely no one deserves that. I hate when people hurt. Especially the people I once loved and cared about.
There is an aspect of love in friendships. Platonic, but in my opinion so much more important than familial love, or romance. These are the real people who nurtured you, who helped you grow, picked you up after you've fallen down. They're the family you choose. When my family hurts, I hurt. I would give all of my bodily organs, and possibly appendages for these people I consider family. I get most upset when I feel as though the people I love aren't getting all in life that they deserve, when they deserve the world at this point for all they've given.
She doesn't deserve my friendship... So at the end of the day, it's her loss. It still bothers me, it probably will for the next few years. But the thought of it fades.
I am loved, I am happy, what more in life do I need.
