When you’re growing up, parents tell you of all the possibilities that life will throw your way: loosing friends, broken hearts, uncontrollable tears, grandparents passing away, and all the happy things. Something they don’t exaggerate enough is the heartbreak that you will experience. Sure, they tell you a boy or two will break your heart in your life, but one day someone will make all those broken hearts and nights filled with sappy songs worth it. They don’t however tell you about the friends that you will love that will abandon you and the hurt they will lay upon you. One day you are going to experience the pain of someone walking out on you after you have put so much love and support into, and you are going to be sad and confused. You will however, get through it. Today I am going to tell you about someone that I held, and still hold very dear to my heart. She was my absolute best friend, the person I would absolutely do anything for. We spent every single day together, going on strange adventures, loving life. I remember the days that we just hopped into my car and just drove down River Road and blared music singing at the top of our lungs. We have had so many happy days and nights together, but that all came to a sudden stop after three years of being the closest I have ever been with a single person in my life. She ran away one day, she ran to her mom. Who had just gotten out of prison because of drugs. But at that time I had no idea where she might have gone. Everyone was so worried about her, I remember driving to the place where I had met her mother for the first time. Trying my hardest to remember where that ran down house was at, so I could see if my friend was there. I couldn't, for the life of me, remember where that stinking house was. I was so frustrated. So I gave up and went back home. A week or so later, she was back in school. The cops had found her, and brought her back. But she wasn’t the same. She wasn’t talking to any of her old friends, including me. I was broken. I then found out that she was talking about me behind my back, spreading awful rumors about me. So add some more heartbreak. Then, once she turned eight-teen, she was gone, for good. She left again, but this time everyone knew where she ran off to, but there was nothing any of us could do about it. Putting all the lies and deception aside, I was still so worried. For months and months I had tried getting ahold of her, wanting to know that at least she was alive. So finally I messaged her on Facebook, she responded. But looking back now, she was only using me. Trying to get me to do things for her. Manipulating me and my resources. Looking back now, I am glad I was still there for her, and never gave up on her. Unfortunately after almost a year of not hearing from her I finally did, well sort of. I messaged her, which was going to be the last of all. I told her that she had turned into a memory, and I dont see how anything could change that. I continued to tell her, that I loved her, the old her. And how I am here for her, always, but just in a different way. I couldn't be the person she called with every little problem now. Moving five and a half hours away helped with that. It was still very difficult. I was weeping as I wrote this message. My dad was very supportive with this message, he wanted me to move on with my life and better myself, and he knew me holding on to her was not helping me. So I sent the message. She actually responded a few months later. She had told me that she has been clean for six months. And she was returning to the old her. I was so happy. But I was still very suspicious. Don’t worry though, this story has a somewhat happy ending. She is still clean, and is having a baby. I could’t be happier for her. She even asked me to be the God-mother. But back to the subject. Heartbreak. I am still heartbroken about this whole ordeal, obviously there is so much more to this story, but I cant, and wont go into all of the details. I just want everyone to know, that there are so many different heartbreaks in this world. You will experience so many. Loosing friends is one you will be most. Something I want you to know as well, giving up doesn’t make you weak, sometimes it just shows that you are strong enough to know when enough is enough. You deserve to be happy. I am however very glad, that I was there as long as I was for her. If I had given up when everyone else would have, then her and I would still never talk. I am not saying that every heartbreak has a happyish ending like this one, but there is hope. Know when enough is enough, but hold on tight.
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