I Ended the Friendship

 

I once knew this special friend who helped me through some of the hardest times in my life. Likewise, I also stood by the friend during difficult moments. I won’t mention the friend’s gender, as I want to respect privacy and not make this obvious to anyone. As the days, weeks, months, and even years passed, our friendship grew deeper and stronger. We became each other’s constant source of comfort and support, almost like an anchor in each other’s lives.

At first, everything felt effortless. We laughed together, supported each other, and became almost inseparable. But as time went on, something changed. Without realizing it, our friendship started to feel less like a natural bond and more like a responsibility. We began to feel drained, as though meeting each other’s needs became an obligation rather than a choice. Slowly, we became the person each of us would turn to only when things were falling apart — not when things were going well. It became a cycle of leaning on each other during difficult times without truly enjoying the friendship during the good times.

I came to the painful realization that we had both lost sight of ourselves. Our friendship, which had once been a source of joy, became heavy and exhausting. It was no longer helping us grow as individuals; instead, it was holding us back. As much as it hurt, I decided to end the friendship — not out of anger or resentment, but out of love and care for both of us. I believed that in order to truly find ourselves and move forward in our lives, we needed to step away from each other.

Who knows what the future holds? Maybe, after we’ve both grown and rediscovered who we are apart, we might cross paths again and rebuild our friendship. For now, though, I believe that letting go was the best decision — to give us both the space to heal, reflect, and find peace within ourselves.