The One that Hurts the Most

There is someone I miss every day. It's not someone I've lost to illness or old age but to betrayal and cowardice. Although she has a coven of women to call her own, she was probably my best friend for more than three years. I guess it was me that needed a good friend more. And she was a good friend. We really helped each other through some down days. She found me to be wise and calm, she was fun and more dangerous. She was close with my husband and our families loved each other. Then one day she disappeared from my life - snuffed out our friendship like some cheap, smelly candle. The pain of that loss was unbearable, still hurts to this day and always will. I heard her spineless reasons and lame ass excuses; her semi-public rantings on Facebook, her sideways explanations to mutual friends and I although I understand, we're forever lost to each other. It will never be okay and time can never fix this one. How sad. So I've disappeared her from my life - won't even acknowledge her when we accidentally pass in public. She's the phantom of a dear friend I wish I'd never met.