We used to be a pair, so close, the best of friends. She was my spirit animal and I was hers but we weren't ever the same. She was carefree and laid-back, and I was busy keeping up the good girl image.
That was in the past and maybe I remembered it all too well. Maybe our friendship wasn't that perfect. No, it wasn't perfect...it was far from that.
Our friendship was short-lived but we used to do everything together. From group projects to picnics in the parks. All the casual nights out. The sleepovers. The fun and joy.
Then she started distancing herself from society and instead of stepping up and asking 'what's wrong?', I let myself drift away. The bridge that connected us slowly fell apart with both of us not willing to maintain it.
I felt like the both of us wanted to but didn't dare. At least for my part. For her, it was probably because she had many more bridges to maintain. Better ones, the ones that will gain her a bigger profit but I'm not one to judge.
Slowly, I went back into the shadows she pulled me from but I can't help but feel like it was me. If only. If only I maintained that bridge then the empty stares we give each other may not even exist.
Yet all I can say now is if only. If only. If only I took the step.
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I was 2 people went I wrote this and I didn't cry actually. I hardly cry unless you show concern for me and then I'll just break down. Honestly, like when someone said 'it's okay, we're in this together'...I just started tearing.
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