I’ll never forget how she made me feel that night.

“We can’t be friends anymore, I’m sorry.”

My heart was shattered into pieces.

I didn’t understand why she didn’t want to be friends anymore. She had blocked all my socials, and for the next few weeks, I tried to reach out to her by texting her on her phone number, the only thing she didn’t block, but she never responded.

After about a month, I slowly started to get over her. I had slowly started to delete our messages and our pictures. Until then, I had nothing left of her.

That’s when I let her go.

One day I had seen that she had unblocked my Instagram. I couldn’t help myself. I messaged her.

“Why’d you unblock me? You okay?”

No response. Just left on seen.

I sent one last message the next day.

“If you need anything, text me.”

One day I saw a notification from her, something I thought I would never see. I opened it faster than a kid opens presents on Christmas.

“I do want to be friends again, if you’re willing to try.”

“Maybe it won’t be the same as before, but what hurt is there in trying?”

I had no words. I didn’t know what to think, what to say.

She had made it very clear we couldn’t be friends anymore. I didn’t understand the change of heart.

My biggest question was why.

Why did she want to be my friend again?

Did I want to risk getting hurt again?

Or could this be a good thing? Maybe we needed no contact to come back stronger.

I decided I was willing to try. She hurt me once, so if she hurt me again, it would hurt way less the second time around.

I never really understood why we stopped being friends in the first place, but I had a gut feeling her boyfriend had something to do with it.

Things started off slow, until a few weeks later I woke up to three missed calls and six text messages. I opened the messages, and the last one said:

“He broke up with me.”

Although I never liked her boyfriend, I still felt heartbroken for her. I knew how much she had loved him.

The first couple weeks were rough for her, and one day she learned that he cheated on her.

She asked me to sleep on the phone with her that night, so I did.

This became a continuous thing, and to this day, we still call almost every night.

One night she explained the real reason why she stopped being friends with me, that being her boyfriend forced her.

We are now so much closer than we were before. I guess I’m grateful for the couple of months we didn’t speak, because if something is meant to be, it’ll always find its way back.

**This is a true story :) **