When two different worlds collide.

By the end of this blog, I hope you figure out this is about you.

Growing up, I never really lost a friend and had time to re-connect with them again. Or maybe it wasn't because I didn't have time, but because I never cared for it. But for once, this is different.

I made friends with the new girl back in grade eight. As the year went by, the new girl became my best friend. She helped me become the character I am today. We had friendship that was fresh, true, caring, supportive, and was never boring. It was friendship that you wanted to boast and be proud of. It was friendship where at times you wouldn't have anything to talk about, and there wouldn't be a slight sign of awkwardness. It was the friendship that you wanted to have for every summer.

It was a friendship I never wanted to change. But suddenly, I did. High school came along and everything changed. Everyday, I wanted more and more. I got caught up in teenage insecurities and felt like I needed more, even though i didn't know exactly what it was i needed. I wanted to be wanted. I was going to be a new person.

I know, what the hell right?

Soon enough, our friendship was breaking. We were distant as we'd ever been.

What hurts the most is that I know it's my fault because I walked away first.

Here's the thing: I'm sorry I was selfish first, and not a friend. I should've been a friend first. And when I wanted to be a friend again, I'm sorry I stepped back the second time because I was a coward.

Truth: Re-connecting was the best thing I've put my effort in this year. I wish we could work our friendship to the way it was before. I know it will take some time. But here's another thing: I'm still the same person you met in grade eight, the who makes crazy Harry Potter accents with people.

I love you, and I'm sorry for being a shithead.