It was a test of friendship, which both her and I failed. I regret telling her every single day, because we pass by each other in the hallways in total avoidance. She’s good friends with some of my best, and it kills me because when we both are in the vicinity, there’s this awkward tension that pieces my heart. The fact that she refuses to talk to me. Often, she fails to acknowledge my presence. I have a recurring dream of being friends again, but it never will happen. I’ve never felt so completely heartbroken.
Unfortunately, that’s happened countless times now.