it usually starts off as simple as the title. in kindergarten you run up to the nearest person and decide, right then and there that you should be friends. boom. done. friends. but why do friendships last? and why do they crumble? i realize there are the typical answers of people changing, moving away, a bad decision here, a drunken fight there. but honestly, should any of that matter? sometimes there is so much history between two people, that you just have to be friends. it's not so much a need anymore, or a want, but a necessity.
sometimes being a friend is the most difficult thing in the world because within all friendships there's love and people hurt the ones they love. we've all heard that saying before but, i believe in that phrase. of course we hurt the ones we love, we know that despite the hurting and the bad decisions and the drunken fights, they'll still love us. however, even though i do believe in those words, i wish i did not. why would we hurt the people that matter most? it just doesn't make sense. why do people have to hurt each other at all? i understand that sometimes, it's inevitable, but sometimes it's not. sometimes, people are in full control and realize that they're hurting someone else, and continue to do it. i don't like this. fix the problem. say something. anything. say that you're really sad or mad or tired or confused or whatever it is that's causing you to act a certain way and ask for space. don't ignore your friends, don't pretend like they can't help, and don't keep brushing the close ones away just to see the ones that don't matter, the ones that don't make you feel. your true friends will understand, probably ask one more time if you are sure and need anything, and then, because they love you, will give you your space.
then there are times though, that i wouldn't trade for the world. the long car drives, the last minute decisions to leave a town, the nights out, the days in bed because neither friend wants to face the real world, those are the times where the love is built stronger. the love and the comfort towards one another to just sit, in your

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