Perder a una mejor amiga por un chico duele mucho

We’ve all sworn not to be like this. We’ve all sworn that we won’t forget our friends once we fall in love and we’ve mocked those doing so for way too long.

Le salió el tiro por la culata.

Al principio, quería quemar todas nuestras fotos y borrar las que tenía en mi galería. Quería borrar ese periodo de mi vida porque el futuro no nos deparaba nada a los dos.

Ella encontró su verdadera alma gemela y ya no había tiempo ni lugar para mí.

But the fact that we didn’t hang around as we used did couldn’t change the fact that we had so many amazing and exciting moments together. That can’t be erased.

I spent so much time thinking, “ Who else am I going to call my best friend?”.

We’ve been friends for so long and I had plenty of people around, but you know how it goes—there is this one really best friend; others are just people I hang around with.

Siempre estuvo ahí, supongo. Ella estaba allí para las noches salvajes. Ella estaba allí para curar mi corazón roto.

She was there for Netflix and chill—the only one I let change my favorite show until she wasn’t anymore. It felt kind of empty.

Los recuerdos estaban por todas partes. Los recuerdos siguen estando por todas partes. Allí estaba nuestro lugar favorito para comer después de una noche de fiesta.

Hubo nuestro helado especial para un corazón roto y tuvimos nuestro baile con nuestra canción favorita. Supongo que pasamos de amigos a extraños con recuerdos.

Boohoo for me—I know I am not the only one out there to live these things. It’s just awkward when people ask me about her and why they don’t see us together any longer. It’s a little too obvious, don’t you think?

She was no longer up for wild nights out. She wasn’t always available and most of her plans contained her new boyfriend as well.

See, I felt betrayed, left alone, played and what not. We had our plan—we had our mantra that we lived until she fell in love.

And still she had me in her plan. She did, but it wasn’t the only two of us and it somehow felt awkward. So, we fell apart.

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Empecé a pensar en la amistad que teníamos y en las amistades en general.

I realized most of our friendships are formed when we’re in our 20s and when life is scary as hell. It’s mostlyfriendships out of need.

We need someone who’ll share our deprivation. We need someone who’ll share the same feelings as we do. We need somebody who’ll understand us and we need to be taken care of.

When our whole world is falling apart, we need someone to tell us it’ll be alright—basically, we need our soulmates. Someone in whose life we’re reflected.

La segunda cosa que me di cuenta es que nuestros amigos son de hecho nuestras almas gemelas, pero sólo por un tiempo.

Porque una vez que sales, encuentras a un chico con el que puedes pasar las noches, que era el objetivo principal de tu salida.

We might fool ourselves and think we go out to have fun, but it’s only fun if there are cute guys around us.

Love is what we’re constantly searching for. Nos guste admitirlo o no, necesitamos amor para funcionar.

Necesitamos meternos en la cama con un hombre al que queremos y necesitamos tener a alguien en quien apoyar la cabeza. Ese tipo de intimidad es un nivel totalmente nuevo y, después de unos años, lo entiendo.

Entiendo que ella siguió adelante y encontró a alguien especial en su vida. Estuvo ahí cuando realmente la necesité y luego siguió adelante.

That’s the way things should go. I know now if I was her, I’d do the same thing. I’d choose the love of my life over her as well. I would plan my days with him, my vacations, trips and what not.

Because he’d be mine forever, and he’d be the one I’d like to see myself with in future. I get it now.

I’m just sorry that I spent so much time angry when I should’ve been happy for her. She deserved to be loved, not to be held back by me.

It hurt like hell to lose my best friend over a guy, but I know now that’s the way things should go. I just wish I knew this earlier.