Friend

It wasn't too long ago that she could barely count the names of all her friends. They were everywhere; at school, at parties, when she needed somebody to talk to, when she wanted to reminess about her childhood or just wanted to meet for coffee,

Maybe that is the very definition of friendship. Someone who is always there. No matter what.

She considered herself lucky.

Not in love, that was always her curse, but always lucky in friendship.

But then, the people from school showed their true faces. And the line was broken.

The people she had known since she was a kid stopped calling or stopped responding to her efforts.

As she fell in love with her soulmate, and for the first time in her life was lucky in love, her best friend disappeared from her life and with her, all the friends they had shared.

A handful of people, gone, just like that.

When they were all single, there was talk of the “lost friends”. People from the same group who had found love and “moved to Girlfriendville/Boyfriendville” and was never again to be heard from.

She was once one of those who hated this place. This social state of being that meant saying goodbye to your friends and giving everything for a person who was new in their life. How could they? How dared they?

But as the people she had always considered her friends started to disappear from her life, she realized the truth. It all happened when she met him. As if her happiness was too much for them to handle. As if she was only worth something as long as she was unhappy.

Love, in their opinion, meant that she was lost. Tied down. Not at all released, as she herself saw it.

And so they abandoned her.

She tried to keep the bond strong, but it was no use. They had already decided. Judge, jury and executioner.

But, she had love. And in that love she had friendship as well. He became her lover, her partner and her best friend. And she loved him with all of her heart.

But the word “friendship” lost all its' meaning. And the world never looked the same again.