I once had a friend who cared a lot about me. She offered to walk me home from school, lent me her notes (because she is a year senior to me), and would keep me company whenever she could.
It was a special bond that we have. To me, it was an extraordinary kind of friendship that I think I would only experience once in a lifetime.
Although the friendship was special to me, but we were actually not close friends. We didn’t have much secrets between us nor made any promises.
Due to the reason that we live separate lives, we do not know much about things that goes around the other party or what’s really on the mind of the other person.
This made us easy preys for those who want to destroy us. We faced many unpleasant comments but never talked about them to each other.
After a year or so of friendship, we broke off.
The end of the friendship was so drastic that it stayed in my heart till now, although it happened years ago.
It was the death of it that thought me to control my mouth when I am in anger. I learnt that words spoken, even in the softest tone, as long as they are hurting words, would cause a damage, no matter how strong they seem to be.
The friendship is now a history, or rather, it became a history since that fateful day.
The evidence of our friendship will be kept safely and securely with me, wherever I go - the only poem and letter she gave me.
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