Lo siento mucho, porque soy yo la causa 🥲

Описание: I’m so sorry, because I’m the cause 🥲. These words got stuck in my throat for weeks, every time I saw the chat with Sofía, every time I passed by the café where we used to meet after college, every time I remembered the day I made her cry without meaning to. I never thought that my clumsiness, my fear of being vulnerable, could break something as precious as our friendship—one that had survived tough exams, temporary separations, and the changes that come with adult life.
It all started a month ago, when Sofía told me she had received a job offer in another city, an opportunity she had been waiting for a long time. She was excited, nervous, and all she wanted was to share that moment with me, her best friend since high school. But me, instead of being happy for her, felt a knot in my stomach, an irrational fear of losing her, of being left alone. Instead of hugging her and telling her I was proud, I snapped with cruel words—words that now make me ashamed to the core.

“Really? You’re going to leave and abandon me here?” I said, with a tone of frustration that didn’t match what I truly felt. “Don’t you care about everything we’ve been through together? Is this job more important than our friendship?” Sofía fell silent, her eyes filled with tears, and me, instead of apologizing, kept talking, as if my pain justified hurting her. “I see, you don’t care about me,” she said, her voice breaking, and she left, leaving me alone in the park, with a broken heart and the feeling that I had made the worst mistake of my life.

The following weeks were hell. We didn’t talk, we didn’t reply to each other’s messages, and every day that passed, the guilt grew inside me. I knew it was my fault, that it wasn’t her—that I was the one who had let fear control me, who had hurt the person who loved me most in the world. Finally, after thinking long and hard, I decided to go to her house, to tell her the truth, to apologize with all my heart.

When she opened the door, her eyes were tired, but when she saw me, she didn’t close it. “I’m so sorry, because I’m the cause 🥲,” I said, tears streaming down my cheeks. “I didn’t have the courage to be happy for you, because I was scared of losing you. I was selfish, cruel, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I beg you to give me a chance to fix it. Your friendship is the most important thing to me, and I don’t want to lose it because of my clumsiness.”

Sofía didn’t say anything at first, but then she hugged me, and I felt all the weight I’d been carrying in my heart disappear. “I missed you too,” she said, her voice breaking. “I knew you weren’t being mean, that you were scared. But what you said hurt me a lot.” “I know, and I’m sorry with all my soul,” I replied. “I promise I’ll never make you feel like that again, that I’ll be the first to be happy for your successes, that I’ll be your friend, always.”

That day, I learned that friendship is about understanding, about forgiving, and about having the courage to admit your mistakes. I’m so sorry, because I’m the cause, but thank God, I got the chance to fix it, and our friendship became stronger than ever. Now, when Sofía leaves for her new job, I’ll be there to hug her, to wish her luck, and to remind her that, no matter the distance, I’ll always be her best friend.