About three years ago, I went on a trip with 15 other students my age to London (I only knew 3 people on the trip). The trip was for about a week and I made a few friends by the time I came back home, but what I didn't know is that my life would be different from then on.

The day after I came back from London, I was really down because I knew I wasn't going to see them for a while (I didn't go to the same high school as them) and then, I received a snap.

It was from one of the guys, let’s call him John, from the trip (fyi the only time we talked was on the last day on the aeroplane for like two minutes, I knew very little about him). Anyway, on the snap it said "How are you?"

I was confused at first because I didn’t know why he would talk to me, I didn’t even remember what he looked like the next day, but then I saw a photo and I remembered. After sending snaps for about a half hour he sent me a message. We talked all day asking each other questions, talking about football, about school and many more things I can't remember. At night we said goodnight to each other and went to sleep and in the morning, I had a text from him that said "Morning ;)"

I was taken aback because I thought that he was only talking to me the other day because I was feeling blue and he wanted to cheer me up (After the first snap I told him that I was feeling down). This wasn't the case.

This was kinda new for me because I never really talked to boys over text and I was like 'Is this normal?' But I thought he was really sweet so we talked. And talked, and talked, and talked, and talked.

This continued for a few days and I felt like we were really good friends; like, we could tell each other everything. And then, days became weeks, months.

We would talk every day for hours, and when I mean hours, I mean HOURS. From 4 o'clock in the afternoon (after school) till literally 4 o'clock in the morning. At night we would talk about more personal stuff but not a lot.

He would always ask about my day, what I was doing. We never got together even though we lived two towns apart, but I didn’t mind because I think it would have been awkward, I like that we would talk over message or sometimes Skype (Whenever we had the time).

I also remember that one time I got fake mad at him and blocked him (I was 15 at the time so don’t judge me) so he called me, that was the first time he called me, and when I picked up he was all like “Aww come on don’t get mad” and like trying to convince me to unblock him. I thought it was really sweet that he cared.

Some of my friends new him (and his friends too), and one day they told me that John liked me. I didn’t believe them, I saw him as a friend and he told me he liked some else, so I didn’t think much of it. A few weeks later I saw him with his friends at a concert and his best friend approached me (I meet him on the London trip and he was always super nice to me) and he told me the same thing. I would make I contact with John because at the concert we were quite close but I just didn’t want to assume that he DID like me (at the time I was like ‘me? No way I’m not attractive) so again, I didn’t believe him.

Anyway, long (very long lol) story short, after a year, we stopped talking. I knew his secrets and he knew mine, and whenever we would see each other, we wouldn’t even make eye contact.

So I guess you can get your heart broken by a friend; even your best friend.