Friendship Essay: A Heartbreaking Friendship

Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies. - Aristotle Even now as I write this paper my heart is full of sorrowed and pity. Due to the unpleasantness of this situation, I still have not recovered from the experience. I must start this story by first saying, I am not a, fan of making best friends. However, I have this friend who is like a sister to me, we do everything together. Our moms know one another, thus they make sure we attend the same school since we were kids until college. Something happened in our last year together at community college, which turned our friendship into enemies. As the first child of my parents I was brought up in a very strict environment. I was punished for all my mistakes, I never had the opportunity to party, go to the club just like the other kids. My parents are Christians and so they always stress on good discipline and the importance of education as the key to success. Because of all the values and morals implanted in me by my parents, I never got into problems with anyone including my friends and teachers.

Like I said earlier, my childhood friend Cynthia was more than a sister to me, we were approximately like twins from the same parents. We agree on everything except for this one incident which I find it so difficult to understand and cannot get it out of my memory. Cynthia was brought up by a single parent (mom), thus things weren’t as smooth and easy-going as compared to me and the other girls. Even though as a friend I tried as much as I can to help her, nothing is enough for her. Also, because of the absence of the fatherly figure in her life, she lacks morals, ethics and values. In a nutshell Cynthia was a com...

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... was really hurt and in some way blamed myself for her death.

I learned a valuable lesson from this experience because I felt like I lost my good friend because of my selfishness and also because I failed to respect her wishes. Maybe if I have listened to her and not tell her mom that she has HIV she would not have worried to the point of getting in an accident or that she would still be alive. How do I come to terms that my best friend died because of me? I have lost a good friend and I wish that I could rewind the clock and mend the broken fence between me and Cynthia before she died? This experience has caused me to be more opened minded, respectful and receptive to other people’s perspectives and opinions? I hope this would not happen to me again but if it does I promise to put aside my selfishness and my morals and make my friend happy by keeping her secret.