We meet at our kids pre primary school and soon we became really good friends, two peas in a pod, we had so much fun visiting, sewing curtains and other stuff. We baked together, laughed and cried together. Our kids played together, helped you look after the kids when you got sick. Many a Saturday I pick you and the kids up, we'd have a BBQ, then Hubby would drive you home, see you in safely. Never could I for one minute have guessed why you pulled back, why it seemed I was the only one calling, why you became so busy or why you had other plans. I knew your husband was away at a training camp, not the first one either. Then he came back and he was transferred, I even helped you pack.
We lost contact for a while, and then I found you, we decided to visit you for a weekend, it's was lovely. But something was not the same anymore. It never dawned on me. You must have been feeling very guilty, embarrassed I am not sure, a moment of weakness cost our friendship. The truth game we played so many years later, was the moment my hubby told me, only then did I understand why our friendship suffered a slow death. I had lost a best friend ...
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