Sometimes, I wonder how things changed so quickly between us. We used to be close, talking every day, sharing everything, and laughing at all the little things that didn’t even matter. It felt like we understood each other like no one else could. But now, when I look at you, it’s like I don’t even know you anymore. What happened to the friendship we had? How did we go from being inseparable to strangers in the same room?
It hurts to admit, but I’m the one who walked away. I had to. You made me feel small and unimportant. The jokes you made behind my back, the things you said about me to others—it broke something inside me. I tried to pretend like it didn’t bother me, but the truth is, it did. You took something that was special to me and turned it into something painful. And I think, deep down, I’m still trying to understand why. Why did it have to be this way?
I keep thinking about the person you used to be, the person I trusted, and I wonder if you ever think about me the same way. Do you miss the times we had? Or is it easier to just forget about it all? I don’t know if you realize this, but it feels like I lost more than just a friend. I lost a part of myself in the process.
Now, it’s like we’re both living in separate worlds. I see you with your new friends, laughing and enjoying your life like everything is fine, while I sit alone. I don’t want to be seen as “the person with no friends,” “the quiet one,” or “the sad one.” But that’s how I feel. I watch from a distance, and sometimes, when our eyes meet, it’s like everything else fades away for just a second. In that moment, it’s like nothing changed, like we’re still those two people who shared everything. But then the moment passes, and I’m reminded of how different things are now.
I thought you were my friend. I really did. I thought we had something real. And now, when I look at you, it’s like we’re strangers. I don’t even know who you are anymore, and I wonder if you even remember who I am. How could everything change so fast? How did we go from laughing together, talking about our dreams, to avoiding each other like we’re ghosts?
I don’t know what to feel anymore. Part of me wants to reach out, to ask if you’re sorry, to tell you how much I miss you. But another part of me knows that it wouldn’t fix anything. Maybe things are just meant to be the way they are now. Maybe we were only meant to be friends for a season, and that season is over.
But I still wish it didn’t have to end like this. I still wish we could be friends again, but I’m not sure that’s possible anymore. So for now, I’ll keep walking through the halls, trying to move on, pretending like I’m okay. But the truth is, I miss you. And I just wish we could go back to being who we once were.
ns 18.68.41.147da2
