It was weeks before I ever heard anything else from Spencer. When she did call it was made clear that she was doing it because her boyfriend pushed her to.

To say I could explain everything that happened over the next few conversations we had would be like going through a tornado willingly. It all was a blur or hurt, anger, sadness. We cried, we talked, we yelled, but most importantly we listened. Even though I loved her, I never forgave Spencer for how things happened. I told her she was a coward and she agreed. Our departure was anything but bittersweet and we’ve both drastically changed since then. After many battles between us we agreed to never let anything tear us apart again. We were best friends and we were going to try to get back to that place again in a new surrounding and as new people. The only topic that wasn’t laid out on the table was ‘us’. Not the past not the way we were but the future ‘us’ other than a friendship. At the time I didn’t know whether to be relieved or sad about it.