Have you ever lost a friend?: WEEK 251

I have had very few people that I could truly call my friends There was one that I appreciated and loved very much, but he betrayed me with a loved one who apparently did not have the same feelings that I had towards him, so I decided to break the friendship bond because I am not interested in having a two-faced person at my table, in my important moments.

True friendship is based on loyalty and respect. I guess it is not in our hands to make others good friends with us, but what is in our hands is to be a person who knows what friendship is and offers it wholeheartedly to others.

My best friend's name was Laura, she lived a few houses away from mine and one thing we shared was that we both lived with our grandmothers, coincidence of life.physically we were very different, she was blonde with straight hair and I was brunette with Crespo hair I loved our friendship because it was something that was born spontaneously, she made me laugh a lot with her jokes and her personality, she listened to me when I was sad and I listened to her what we had was that we were both very positive, we always smiled, I don't know if it was a tic or what, but it was our way of being and whenever we were free from homework we didn't spend it playing. we were the most united of the whole school, we did everything together..

But the years passed, we graduated together, I got married, I had my children, my priority was my family and hers was her job. Somehow, our interests changed. I guess it's normal, she went to the capital to work in a big company and I stayed. In a simple job, in the village. despite the distance we lived, we always talked by messages or videos, calls. We got along well, even though we hardly shared physically as in the past. I guess life has stages and they are inevitable, changes are constant, we can only be grateful for all the experiences..

The last time I saw her was on her birthday, she lived 12 hours away in the capital.I arrived with my children and my husband, I brought her some gifts that I know she likes We bought her a chocolate cake and celebrated her birthday with some family and friends I met her partner who had been with her for more than a year, he seemed a very attentive and kind man, they did not receive as if it was our home.I noticed her a little thin and she told me it was because of the diet She looked like the usual Laura, with her smiles and silly jokes.

I tried to talk to her alone several times, but we were always interrupted if it was not one of her relatives, it was one of my small children at last we talked, but not of such intimate topics. she was doing very well, she was a beautiful woman, she had her own house, a car and truck, she had a manager position in a good company, the only thing she did not have was children, not because she could not have them but because she did not feel ready and I always respected her. Motherhood is not a game and so we spent the weekend enjoying and sharing until we returned to our house and she was committed to visit us during her vacations, but I had the feeling that she wanted to tell me more things, but as we were never alone, she was shy to talk freely and I was a stupid girl who did not understand the signals.

I returned home and everything was normal, we continued communicating but after a couple of weeks she left me on hold or did not answer me and if she answered me after a few hours I imagined it was because she was very busy, her work demanded a lot of time and energy because she has a lot of responsibility.I saw it as normal and one morning I received a call from one of her sisters crying telling me that Laura had taken her own life, she had left a letter where she said goodbye to her siblings and it hurt my soul, I was in shock because I felt something was wrong, but I did not listen to her, I did not pay enough attention to her at that moment, I was a bad friend and I failed her, maybe if I had gone to her before she would have told me how she felt.I know it is not my fault, many people tell me that but my conscience tells me that I could have done more to help her.