"Yeah, we're breakin' free"
Let's say I'm best friends with someone, Person A. We spend all our time together, practically finish each other's sentences. A while later, Person B steps in. Person B is like a replica of myself. I can see me in everything Person B does and has done in her past. Wll, now I have two best friends, and it doesn't seem to be an issue.
Until...
Person B goes through this heart-wrenching crisis that I actually can't see myself in. I can't relate, so what can I possibly do but comfort her and just be there? When I'm not there, Person B is depressed, and I do not mind at all just being there. I know time will pass and she'll be able to stand on her own again.
Well, I was right. The crisis has passed and she doesn't need me as much as she did. So what do I do? I run back to try and make up for lost time with Person A, of course. But I run to her door, and as I approach, the door slams; the last thing I see before the glum mohogany of "too late" is her back turning on me. As the lock clicks into place, I can feel my heart breaking. She's taken a part of me with her.
I've been pounding on that door; listening for a click; waiting for the knob to turn; looking for any sign that she may want to let me back in.
But doors tend to make better doors... than windows. And I'm locked out.
What was I supposed to do? Just because she came into my life second doesn't mean I love Person B any less. Was I supposed to just let her deal with this on her own? Would that have been better for everyone important?