Story 1 How it all started?
Sometimes I was her whole world.
And sometimes… I didn’t even exist.
And I never understood why.
It all started in 7th grade.
She was just another classmate to me—nothing special, nothing different.
We didn’t have a story back then.
But slowly, conversations started.
Small talks turned into laughs, and laughs turned into a habit.
And before I even realised it…
she became someone I couldn’t go a day without.
The strange part?
I got attached quietly.
So deeply that even I didn’t notice when it happened.
But she didn’t.
Then came the first misunderstanding.
I don’t even remember what it was about…
but I remember the silence that followed.
15 to 20 days.
No talking. No messages. No “are you okay?”
And me?
I cried over a bond she didn’t even try to fix.
Then somehow… things went back to normal.
We talked again.
We laughed again.
And I believed again.
But it didn’t happen just once.
Misunderstandings came again.
Silences came again.
And every time, I was the one hurting…
while she stayed distant like it didn’t affect her at all.
Still, I stayed.
Because no matter how many times things broke,
whenever we came back…
we came back stronger.
And today?
We are more attached than ever.
She calls me her soul.
Her person.
And the irony?
We share the same birthday.
Like the universe wanted us to be connected in some way.
But somewhere deep inside…
a question still lives in me—
How can someone make you feel like their whole world…
and then make you feel like you don’t exist at all?
Maybe that’s what some friendships are.
Confusing.
Beautiful.
And a little painful.
