Post #2: Changing Tides

I've always tried to be the best person I can when it comes to friendships. It's such a delicate thing, a friendship...and yet It can be so harsh at times. Most of the time I don't notice the people closest to me are doing the most harm. I remember when I was in the the 7th grade...or maybe it was 8th...or maybe a little before. (Yes, I know I have the memory of a 70 year old woman) Either way, they were happy days. I had a best friend of course. I had many friends...Friends I could trust. We were all so innocent, and had no intentions of hurting each other. All this changed so quickly, through the course of a few years. I will refrain from mentioning any names; just to protect myself from wandering eyes and mouths. Whoever knows me well knows this story, and they know well that every time I speak of it--and now, well, write it-- it makes my eyes water.


The first character in the story I call life, we'll call "A." She was an odd one when I first met her, but I came to like her later on. We became best friends as fast as I can remember things... Which judging on how bad my memory is, was a long process. We eventually became really close, all three of us. When I say three, I mean "A", myself, and our second character who I will call "B." We were like the three musketeers wandering through life together. Every day it seemed we spent every second of the day together. There were a few more girls in our group, maybe two or three more, but none of them are worth mentioning. I thought I had found all the people I needed in my life...but was I wrong. Years passed and as more and more of my friends changed schools, eventually I was down to two, two true friends--or so I thought. As we grew up we started noticing how different we were. "A" was more like me, we could relate a little better. "B" on the other hand, was a grumpy, independent little girl, and she still is today. Naturally problems started to arise, which forced me to end the relationship with both "A" and "B". These problems were a bit more complicated than just plain gossiping. It involved my parents as well... I felt I had been lied to all these years. And to make matters worse, I was alone. A few months after all this, I found out "A" had moved away... to another country. Forever. At that moment I could only wish I had spent her last days in Puerto Rico with her. "B" is still roaming around the school and I sometimes have short, meaningless conversations with her...but nothing more. I remained alone until this year, having a very limited amount of shallow friendships. Somehow I survived, and I slowly developed two new friendships which I can only brag about. Come to think of it...Its my own fault. I can only blame myself for being so shy, and limiting myself a few years back from developing new friendships. I remember my mom said once not to do that...and guess what? I had to learn the hard way. 
After all, I'm a teenager right?