An old friend once told me "Shit happens, this is shit and it's happened" as a response to why she was romantically involved with my closest friend. They had been keeping it a secret for a while and I got upset that I was the last to know... considering I lived with her and my closest friend I had known since I was about 12 years old.
That night sat in the front of a modded silver Vauxhall Astra...
in a supermarket carpark...
listening to Alice In Chains...
chain smoking cigarettes and joints.
I can't forget how shocked I felt... and how much I felt that I wish I had have been the one with my closest friend. Not because I wanted to be romantically involved with him, but more that I knew she was bad for him and I knew any girl would be the luckiest girl in the world to be with him.
Needless to say, the relationship lasted about a month... well with what I knew of. The friend I lived with became obsessive over my closest friend and I got accused of doing something which I never did. My friend was jealous. She didn't like the fact he loved me... _he_ loved me and not her.
The old friend and I parted ways when it all came out that she had created the jealous chaos and it took me a while to feel comfortable with my closest friend.
9 months infact.
During those 9 months I changed... personality wise, appearance wise and when we next exchanged words and he asked me why I changed so much... my response was "Shit happens. This is shit and it's happened."
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- the photo reminded me of her and that night.