To The Best Friend Who Changed
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To The Best Friend Who Changed

I am sorry I thought you were capable of being the person you used to be.

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To The Best Friend Who Changed
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Everyone has that one friend who thought they were going to be friends with for a lifetime. I thought you were going to be my best friend forever. I thought we were going to go through life together.

We were best friends from a young age. We did everything together.

All those countless phone calls.

Those summer days where we spent hours together.

And the days where I felt as if I had no one but I always had you.

After a while, I saw a change from you. I never would have thought out of all people you would change. You were not the same person. We always had the same values growing up. We always stood up for each other through thick and thin. You were the definition of a best friend.

You changed into a person I did not want to be friends with. You changed into a person I did not want to associate with. You were a totally different person.

You told lies.

You lied for attention.

You lied to fit into the crowd.

And, your lies hurt me.

Growing up, I was never like everyone else. I was always my own person. I stood up for what was right. I stood up for what I believed in, even if I was standing alone. You were always standing with me until you changed.

When you changed and made up lies, it felt as if I lost half of who I was. I felt like my heart was ripped into a billion little pieces and you were not there to pick up the pieces.

You can wish and wish for something to go back to how it used to be. I wished for you to be how you used to be. I wished for the old you every day after we stopped being friends. I am sorry I thought you were capable of being the person you USED to be.

You know when you are driving and you come to a yellow light and you start to speed up? You try your hardest to make it through that light and once you have made it, you look in your rear view mirror and see the car that was behind you stopped at the red light still. You will simply never see that car again because, they are too far behind. You took a different road and I sped up once you did. I did not wait for you. I wanted to but, I could not take your pathetic lies. Whenever I make it through a yellow light and see that one car all the way behind me, I think of you. Of how lost you got, as if you were not really there anymore. I left you behind and you never came back.

This experience made me shield off any new friendships I made. I build bricks up against my heart because of the hurt, heartbreak and abandonment I felt when you left. When you are vulnerable, you get hurt. You allow people to step repeatedly over your heart. I always have been a vulnerable person because, I give 110% into every relationship and friendship I am in. After this experience I had, I wished to turn off all my emotions.

I have learned getting hurt sucks and love sucks. I rather feel emotions then feel numb all the time. Feeling hurt is a sign of passion and strength. I am happy I am capable of feeling emotions because, most people are not.

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