Once upon a time there was a girl. And this girl had a best friend, who was a guy. This girl didn’t really understand why her and this guy were best friends since their friendship was completely random (no, really) but from day one, they sorta clicked. They told each other things they wouldn’t tell other people. But I guess that’s the beauty of random friendships, right? Someone who barely knows you can’t really judge you. Except, that wasn’t it. Because as the years went on, they just got closer and closer.
She was reckless. Angry. Hated people and life… and made really really really shitty decisions. Like, pretty much on a daily basis.
He was your classic nice guy. Always said the right things, always sat and listened for hours on end and was always there. If he didn’t agree with you, he wouldn’t get upset or irritated. He would ask you to help him understand.
And she never understood why. She never really got why he would care so much either. She was there for him as much as he was there for her, but why? Why did he care?
She didn’t understand but she appreciated every minute he did. Every time he said “then help me understand.” she melted a little bit and she felt safe knowing he was there for her. That as long as he was there, life wasn’t so bad anymore.
And one day, he wasn’t. Just one day out of the blue. One minute they were friends and the next, they just weren’t.
And they never really were again.
She’s gone back over and over again, trying to piece things together and trying to figure out what happened, trying to find the break. But she hasn’t found it yet and she doesn’t think she ever will.
It’s been 8 years.
Even if things were to go back to the way it was, would it ever really be the same?
But sometimes there are things that only he could say that would make her feel better. But she has to understand, now, they are things she’ll never hear again.