Me and Memories

Tonight, my google account showed me some old photos I’ve taken sometimes ago. It was filled with my high school activities and friends. I really didn’t want to know these memories anymore. I wanted to forget it, buried in my deepest memories. Then some photos of my best friends showed up, my heart clenched. I almost cried looking at those photos. We used to hanging out together, anywhere anytime, we always were together. We used to be so close. She was like my sister. But then all of those memories shattered when I remembered what she did to me. And what I did to her.

It was funny how some small problems could ruin our bound, our feeling, our friendship. It was really that easy. Looking back again, we never minding those problems, we just get over it. Then somehow I really wanted to be honest with her, but I guess she never like my honesty, or even like me at all.

I don’t think I would just came up to her and begging for her apologize, but I do really wanted to go back in that time and fixed what I’ve done. I think we better go our separate ways. She really enjoys her life without me now, and I should do too.