I had a childhood friend — we were inseparable since we were toddlers. We went to daycare together, attended the same schools, and even lived in the same dormitory during college. But everything changed when she betrayed me — she stole my first love. That betrayal shattered me. We fought bitterly, and I dropped out of university, moving to another city to escape the pain.
It’s been ten years since then.
Recently, I stumbled upon her social media page. She’s still with that same guy; they have two children, both working hard and living what seems like a perfect, happy life. Meanwhile, I have a husband I love deeply and my own business. We’ve chosen a different path — no children, just living for ourselves.
One day, I found an old photo album and came across a single photo of us together. I looked at it quietly, a soft smile forming. And I silently thanked her.
I guess it was meant to be this way.
