“There is hope, even when your brain tells you there isn’t.” ~John Green
I remember being fifteen. I was a freshman in high school who loved books, drawing, Harry Potter and Taylor Swift. I hated mathematics class. I had a loving, white dog named Maddie and a family that loved me. I wanted to write and have a girlfriend. I also wanted die.
My best friend Meghan dumped me in 7th grade. Everyone talks about breakups between lovers, but not about those that occur in friendships. It hurts a lot. This person who you thought would be by your side in life suddenly isn’t.
I still remember the call. It was the night of January 2007. As usual, there was fighting. We’d been fighting for a while by then. About what, that particular night, I can’t remember. I do remember, though, her pausing, then saying those words that changed everything: “I don’t think we should be best friends anymore.”
I remember feeling shocked that she’d say that. Then angry. I replied with a quick “fine then” before hanging up the phone. Then came the pain. I went into my parents’ room, crawled into bed beside my mom, and cried.
I’d never felt this kind of pain before. There were a lot…
