The better friend

It’s the friendships’ day weekend and i was just visited by the memory of a friend.

Me n K were best friends in school. I loved that girl a lot. She was my bestest pal. We did everything together…study, play, have fun, parties…everything. I loved her mom’s cooking. I used to hang out at her place quite often. Good fun she stayed so close to the school. Her little brother was a big pest though. All was cool. All was fun…and then…school ended.

I moved to Mumbai and she stayed back in Alibaug. We both kept in touch talking to each other but not a lot. After a while she shifted to Pune and relationships were further strained. We barely spoke now…barrin birthdays and other important occasions.

And then things went wrong. I got busy. Busy with life, with work, with new friends. And we lost contact completely. She used to call but i barely spoke to her. And then one day another friend from school called telling me K’s mom had expired. K was all alone and I wasn’t there with her. I didn’t even have her number. I felt sick at myself.

She called a few days later. I was ashamed. I arely spoke to her. She was hurt. I knew I could understand. But I couldn’t say anything.

On her birthday I just sent a stupid email; didn’t have the guts to call her. She replied. I was happy. But i didn’t call still.

Yesterday, after months, sh messaged. Wishing me Happy Friendship’s Weekend. I replied. Thanked her, wished her and admitted that I sucked as a friend. She said it was ok. And said, the only thing that hurt her was the fact that I had just walked out on her when she was angry with me. She was sad that I had given up. Given up on our friendship.

I am a fool and I know I suck as a friend. But today I want to change this. I know I can. And I know she’ll forgive me. She’s a better friend.