The saddest thing I carry is my boyfriend and best friends death.
I knew that he was cheating on me with her, and at first I was angry, but then i was told that they had both died in the hospital after getting hit by a drunk driver. At first i felt a disbelief wash over me, and I felt the irony of the situation. 5 weeks and 3 days later I was told I was pregnant.
I have no idea what to do or where to turn.
This is the saddest thing I bear.
Tags: best, boyfriend, cheating, driver, drunk, friend, killed, pregnant
I don’t really “own” the saddest thing I think affects me the most. My best friend. In my eyes she is the strongest and most beautiful person- both inside and out – that i know. My best friend is my other half , and without her here, the world really does some bleaker, empty and full of a million, hurrying people who all seem like aliens. We both have plenty of other friends, but still nobody compares to her, nobody listens and understands like she does. Its not that we tell each other every single tiny details of our lives, its the fact we have a deeper, emotional almost soul-to-soul connection that binds us together no matter where we choose to go in life.
But my best friend suffers from depression. She’s had a tough childhood, and to this day the wounds have not healed to scars, but are still fresh, raw, stinging and open. My best friend had days where she doesn’t want to get out of bed, won’t eat or smile for days and become a total, unreachable,inconsolable stranger to me. When i look at her at times like this, she becomes a totally different person who i fail to recognize. Its at times like this where i wish i could to something i know is impossible – take her burdens and deal with them for her, just so she doesn’t ever have to fall through the bottomless put of sadness again. Times like this, i become scared to call her, or pop over to her house for fear that i may find her dead, hanging from the ceiling, or in some empty alley way somewhere trying to run and hide from her problems, but to no avail.
I make sure i tell my best friend every day how much i love her and how i wish she could see herself through my eyes so she can understand what an amazing individual she is, and how much she touches the lives of people around her with her sweet personality. Another part of me wants to hunt down and hurt the people who have destroyed her in the past, although i know we all endure hardships is our lives.
My best friend has tried to push me away on many occasions, claiming im way too “good for her”, but i stand there with my feet firmly rooted to the ground and i shall not budge till the day i die. I’m proud to call her MY BEST FRIEND, and not a day goes by where I don’t think how lucky I am that I’m the one who was chosen to be there with her.I Love You. Share Your Thoughts 
The saddest thing I own, in both material and immaterial is a card my friend from pre-school (now my all time best friend) gave me on my eighth birthday. It means a lot to me, as his father now travels a lot with his job, and I nigh upon ever, get to see him. When we do get back together we have the best time, sometimes I am just overcome with joy.
I only found it the other day, as I was rifling through some drawers that I haven’t properly cleaned out in years. It was inside one of my schoolbooks from primary school.
It makes me sad however, as I am reminiscent of the past, I think of the fact I didn’t know I would be his friend all these years later (yep double, I’m now 16). All he wrote on it, as 8 year old’s do, was “Dear Angus” then the pre-written greeting “Birthdays can be special fun, Hope your day’s a happy one!”, Followed by “happy birthday from James!”Share Your Thoughts