Best Friend, But Never Forever
I admit that I am a hermit.
Solitude has always been important to me.
I have not always been like this. I was different when I was a kid. My parents always busy and didn’t have time to played with me. My brother and sisters were in their own peers, playing with other kids. I had a best friend that I played with almost everyday. My best friend was cute, small, and very cheerful.But She was very shy to others, that is why I really like her, we are always in our own world, playing together, just the two of us. That was one of my cherished memory. When she graduated from elementary school, his parents moved to the capital. Time goes on, sometimes she sent me a letter. But well, it is only common that the letter became more seldom till one day, there was none.
I was sad, but from the start i know that it was bound to happen.
Because We grow up
My life without her was not too exciting. When I attended junior school, I tried to mingle with other.
Needless to say, I failed. It was very hard for me too keep up with other children.
They like to play games, which I hate. I prefer curled up in the chair reading books or playing with my barbie.
So I was alone again.
Then I met my second best friend in the third year of my junior school.
I has known her for a very long time, but then, we were just another ordinary friend.
I don’t know when we hit it off. But we got along very good.
She was the one who become my best friend till now.
Then When I graduated from my high school, I moved to capital for further education.
I met her again, my childhood bestfriend. She is different now, wear very glamorously.
I has heard from my friends that she is studying in one of the prestigious university, which most of the students are rich kids.
Maybe It is just my own prejudice, but she became arrogant.
She was polite to me, but too cold, like I am a stranger, and can’t stand me.
I know that her parents become rich, while when we was kid, she was just another ordinary kid.
My parents tell me not to befriended with her again, nothing good come from it.
Sometimes, I think this is also my fault, I am not very active responding to her questions, her invitations to meet.
And I regret it.
Or there are misunderstanding?
In the end, from best friend, we become awkward friend.
Actually,just recently I met her parents again.
I remember when I was small they are like a second parents for me, because most of the time I spent in their house.
They told me that theirs daughter has become arrogant, now that she is rich. And that they keeps scold her to meet me.
My fear is that she only invite me to met her because of her parents. If it is true, then It will be better if we never meet again.
Better keep this precious memory in our heart, right?
You was precious to me as I was precious to you.
That is enough, as I know that nothing is eternal.