Dead friendships

There's someone I am going to go see today after work. I'm sure it's going to bite me in the ass. But I'm willing to go out and see if it won't.
No, it's not an ex-boyfriend or anything like that. But close. An ex-best friend, if you will.

I met this girl on the first day of classes. She complemeted my lacy hot pink pumps I wore. And then it turned out we took the same train home.

As the semester went on, I realized that we were alike in so many ways. We started taking the train together and then BAM - we became friends.

We got really close my last two semesters in school. We scheduled our classes around the other schedules so we could hang out between classes and ride the train home together. I hadn't had a friend like that since my sorority days.

And then, during my last few weeks of school, something happened. We stopped hanging out. It just stopped out of nowhere.

It was probably sparked when I didn't tell her I was going to hang out with some people from my Logic class. Or maybe when she told me one Wednesday that she couldn't hang out because she had to work on a project and I never heard from her again.

I saw that she was facebook friends with my little sister. I found it odd that she would talk to a 13 year old and not me. But, whatever.

The only person I knew that was happy I wasn't friends with her anymore was my boyfriend. Now, before you start, he has valid reasons. There was a time where she was basically telling me that I should cheat on my boyfriend, because it "wasn't going to last anyway".

I'm hoping today goes well. I usually let friendships die because I feel that they needed to die. This one, I'm just not so sure.