We’d been friends since the first year of secondary school.
By the end of the year, we had cemented our status as best friends.
We got matching charm bracelets, each with a glass heart that we’d chosen for each other.
During the wild teenage summers, our hearts broke amongst the chaos, but we glued them back together.
As we got older, she moved out of London and I stayed, we grew as distant as the miles between us.
The cracks in the hearts began to show but they couldn’t be glued back together.
This time the heartbreak was permanent.