Writing：A Friend

Some people suffer while they live, and others live to suffer. I had a friend who did both. She made herself suffer, but that was the only way she could live. She said, “I don’t want to cry because of you.” With that statement, their relationship started. After he chased her for a month and admitting to everyone that he liked her, he got the girl. He got a chance after two failed attempts to capture her heart. From what I could see, he definitely liked her more than she liked him, and from that experience I learned that things can change faster than you can think that they changed.
Every time I saw them, I thought that they made a cute couple. They were not the type of couple that made a person feel like spilling out the lunch they had just eaten; instead, they spread their attention fairly among friends, gave each other space, and spent an ample amount of time together. Since they gave each other and other people their undivided attention, no one could ever know if there were problems between them.
Everyone told her, “He’s so lucky to have you. Don’t worry, he won’t hurt you. I think you’re the only one that could hurt him. He likes you more than you like him.” This statement from everyone was wrong. One day, my friend and I were sitting on the bus, and she told me, “We broke up.” I was shocked because after six months of seeing them together I realized that it was over. I asked, “What happened?” She said, “He broke up with me,” while she was holding back tears. “How long has it been?”, and she replied, “We broke up three weeks ago.” During those three weeks, we had a group gathering for a week, and no one knew that they broke up. He introduced her as his girlfriend, and they continued to hold hands and be together. No one knew, and no one told anyone if they did know.
He continued to contact her, and while she wanted to stop contacting him she kept answering his calls and texts. If he liked her more than she liked him, a person would ask why it was so hard for her to come to terms with this end. I believe that when a guy sees a girl, he knows whether or not he likes her. Men get a feeling from a girl, and they stick to that feeling. The feeling does not grow from that point; instead, it maintains its intensity. Women are different. We fall in love with a guy. When we first see him, we do not think, “He is the one;” instead, we watch him and wait patiently. We watch his actions and listen to his words, and if they click with our style we like him more and more. Our interest in a person is always increasing. This scenario is what happened to her.
They were broken up, and no one knew. Everyone asked her how he was doing, and all she could say was that he was ok. She did not want him to turn into a bad guy by telling everyone that he was a heartbreaker because she still cared for him. As for me, I wanted to give him a punch in the eye and a kick in the testicles, but he was my friend too. Friends cannot do that to other friends no matter how inebriated a person is on certain nights. We all spent a lot of inebriated nights together. When she was drunk, we had no power to stop her from running to him because we were all equally as drunk as she was. Crying on the street, hitting cars, and telling people in a not so polite manner to go away was our routine for two Fridays in a row. Eventually, she disappeared at some point in the night, and the next morning I would get a phone call at approximately 11am telling me that she had just woken up. A mistake was made and changes needed to be made.
After two miserable weeks of shooting my memory full of black holes, we had a decent Friday night. There were some problems, but definitely not big problems like the week before. I maintained all my memories from that night. She got drunk, but there was no panicking phone call on Saturday morning. After that week, a new change happened, and we were able to start the process we, women, like to call moving on to the next victim.