Do you remember the first friendship to die?
We were in the 2nd grade and the murder was accidental. Or at least, I hadn’t considered the consequences of my actions.
In the lunch line I kissed a boy on top of his head. He was short with blue black hair and big blue eyes. I was the tallest kid in the class.
He was horrified.
My best friend, S., was angry. She liked him too, and the two of them were the same height.
S did eventually speak to me again, but the friendship died. I didn’t understand why she was so mad. It wasn’t as if the boy had then suddenly decided he liked me!
The last I remember of S was our sophomore year in high school. We hadn’t spoken in years and I saw in her the hallway. She was pregnant.
We never did speak again.
But in the 2nd grade we were best friends.
Do you remember your first best friend?