One of the worst things that can happen in any relationship, whether it's in love, friendship, or family, is drifting away from people they love. Everyone has had some kind of experience where they're drifted away from someone. For me, it's happened often because of someone moving away. However, this time the friendship didn't end because of someone moving. Things just happened to fall apart.
I remember when we first became friends. We laughed and joked around like we had known each other forever. We talked everyday, which was unusual for me because I normally don't talk to one person so often. I prefer talking to people every few days so we would always have to catch up with what the other was doing. But for some reason I felt that if we ever stopped talking it would be for good. So we talked and talked and talked. It felt amazing to have someone to talk to without them getting tired of me.
Then things started to change. We started talking less and less. It made me feel like they didn't care about me as much as I cared about them. I felt like they had forgotten all about me. It's not a pleasant feeling at all. It felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest and was being used to play baseball. I was the pitcher and they batted it right out of the park. I, being the introvert that I am, never liked to start conversations so us drifting apart was probably my fault too. Even though I was never the one starting the conversations, maybe I could have saved what was left of our friendship. I'm not sure what I did to make them ignore me, but even though we don't talk anymore, I'm always going to be there for them. I'm always going to love them like their big sister.