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Where did she go wrong?

She  was shocked and hurt. Where did she go wrong? That question was what kept her awake till midnight. She had never thought that she would regret being the person she was but now she felt lost. Was she wrong to call someone her friend and think that friendship would last till her last breath or was she wrong to never be pessimistic about her faith on her friend?

Why was it always that she was supposed to be the understanding self. She had committed a mistake of trusting him with her friendship and she knew she couldn't set it right and she definitely wouldn't wait for time to tell her that. She was wrong to trust people with all her heart and she definitely was wrong to think him as the best of her friends that she ever had for she now realised that people never would understand what friendship is. That friendship was to always suffer the test of time.

For once and for all, she had learnt her lesson. She no longer wanted any stories for she knew it was all a matter of convenience. But she would keep her promise, she would continue to be that same old friend. Some day when he would be mature enough to understand what friendship is, she definitely would listen to what he has to say. Until then, she would live her life the way she wanted to but would never allow any one else to trample her heart. That's what she had vowed and she for sure keeps her promises.

And no, she never regrets that they crossed paths and neither that she has nothing to hold on to for no matter how hard life hits her, she knows to hit it back.

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