Sharing good times, smiling at everything, that was us when we became good friends. At first our attitudes colapsed. But slowly and slowly we became really good friends. We went through good and bad moments. We helped each other in many things. We became best friends and soon we used to say we were sisters. I always protected her from anything. I pushed her all the time to get her grades up and never to give up. She will get mad, but I knew that she thought about it and said my sister is right. We shared one of the most important times in my life. I had found the perfect guy. Well she had helped of course. She wanted to see me happy and will try to hook us up together. At the end it worked.
We were always together, even when I was with my boyfriend. But then the jeolousy took over me. My boyfriend and her were also really great friends and it didn't bother me at first, but then that friendship grew bigger. I was scared to loose my boyfriend! I didn't want it to happen. The jeolousy took over and I started to get mad at my best friend! I thought she will try to take him away or even like him. I felt this because she had done this before with another best friend of hers. I was scared and jeolous too!
It came down to a point where me and her will not talk at all. I used to write to her letters to tell her i was sorry for the things I had told her that had hurt her. I didn't know what else to tell her to show her I didn't want to loose her. We stayed together, but not long. We had a little argument on my qunceñera, and things from there where not too pretty. There was drama there were arguments. This was not gonna be a happy ending!
On Monday, we had just finished or english class and I told her that my boyfriend's parents missed her. I guess that comment bothered her and she got mad. I got mad for her giving me attitude and we didn't talk. I guess later she wanted to fix things up, but I like her was tired of the attitude and arguing. So I left. We never spoke again and when we did it was because of my boyfriend and how we could still be friends. My friends used to tell me that I was too of a nice person and that I always forgive and forget and everything. I thought about it and that was when I decided I didn't need to talk to her.
But I got to admit, she made me grow up and made me feel like an older sister. Now I look at everything and I see it was a stupid thing and what beutiful moments we could of shared. Things didn't have to go to the extreme, but thats how it ended, just because i started to feel jeoulos.