Personal Narrative Essay: She's 'My Best Friend'

“Best Friend” I sit with my hand clutched at my heart and the other concealing my face while her car drove off with all of our memories with it. As she becomes smaller and smaller, I’m left detached with twilight approaching and the sound of crickets filling the air, I toyed with the idea of bringing her back, but decided against it. I clumsily kick a rock to the other side of the street, watching it fly into the bushes. As darkness overtakes me, recurring thoughts flood my mind and my eyes turn fuzzy, quickly wiping them away, all the flashes of the past overwhelm my mind repeatedly. Seeing the future unfolding right before my eyes caused numbness to tremble through down to my core. Knowing this, the beginning of the end was upon us. My …show more content…
“Best friend”, what an interesting way that it was showcased. Only one message a week if even is exchanged between the both of us now. That’s all she has time for and I find myself not wanting to take the time to fit her around my schedule. She talks about herself now and her experiences with her new and better friends that are more her style. As I said ask her all kinds of questions asking how she’s doing, I never receive a message of wonder in return. She goes on to say that she never wants to leave college and her new life. The days came where I stopped receiving a phone call and I stopped hearing about the future of our lives. The days stopped when she would be the first person I’d always go to for anything. My knees went wobbly when realizing that I couldn’t see her in my future at all anymore. They stopped, and yet everything was blown right past her …show more content…
The fact that she frustratingly tells me that she only has time for her “new friends” gave me the hint enough to know not to bother her anymore. I refuse to talk to someone that doesn’t want to take the time to talk to me. She will come back on holidays and try to force the friendship that wasn’t the same as the first time she pulled out of that driveway. That first night she left, I had the gut feeling that things were going to be different now. Sometimes friendships don’t last forever, no matter how hard you want them to work. I will always love the Mallory I used to know and hold near and dear to my heart. I’ve come to terms with the realization that the Mallory I once knew was gone long before she left for college. I can’t bring myself to learn to love the person she has become. She says she’s my best friend, but I don’t even know who she is