She blocked me for 3 years because of a dress I didn't even wear

Amara and I were joined at the hip from uni. Same hostel, same food, same broke life. When she got engaged in 2023, I was the one running errands like a PA. We picked aso ebi together, I even lent her ₦80k for the hall deposit because her mum was doing too much.

Then the dress wahala started. She wanted us in this particular lace that was ₦45k per yard. I said abeg, let's find something similar for less, my money was tight that month. She flared up. Said I was jealous. I laughed it off.

Next thing, I hear from her cousin that Amara told people I was trying to "outshine" her at her wedding. That I planned to wear white. Omi. I never even bought the dress.

She stopped picking my calls. Blocked me on WhatsApp. Just like that, 6 years of friendship gone over a lie whispered by somebody.

I cried for weeks. But I learned: some friendships only survive when you're the one giving. The moment you say no, you become the enemy. I still miss her sometimes. But I don't miss begging to be loved.