When her and I were in 5th grade together, I defended her against the kids that bullied her. Her and I had been friends ever since. I didn't care if I got bullied even more because of it, because I thought her and I could be friends for a long time. She was always so sad at lunch because no one would even sit with her till I did. Even when I did sit with her, my friends wouldn't follow. When I brought her to my lunch table, my friends got mad at me. But, I did it anyways because I was her friend. My parents didn't like her. They didn't want me to hang out with her anymore, but I didn't care. I still wanted to be there for her. I wanted to be her friend. And this is where it left me. I'm just going to have to get over it. I don't think there really is anything anyone can do. I think this is probably going to be an inner struggle to let go of the friendship her and I shared. I just need to stop letting my emotions come into the equation. If I hadn't cared so much, if I hadn't made that first step and comforted her when she was crying, told the bullies off, and just stayed to myself instead. I wouldn't be hurting right now. I'm so close to crying, but she'll never see. My only wonder, is if she ever cared for me like I cared about her.
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