Deep Monologues

Strangers Once Again

Since we first met you approached me with caution. As if I was a timid deer about to run off. You dragged me everywhere with you no matter how little you knew about me. Took you awhile to finally figure it out.

It was great, we shared a lot of things in common and have great laughs. But now things are changing. I feel like the more we hang out you only see that girl you are so used to see. We hardly talk about interest or things that we like. I'm able to talk about it with others and feel free and open about it. But with you I couldn't I feel like I have to lie once again of what I enjoy because you don't seem to enjoy it.

You could say I matured up over the course without you noticing, I supposed. My phase of being an angsty teenager are done I'm no longer that anymore. If anything I started to appreciate things that I found. The thing I don't find appreciative is that I have to pretend just for you because I'm the only one who understands the shared common interest as you.

You could say that we aren't as connected that we once were. We may know each other's names and backstories. But we really don't know each other as if today. You always tell me about whatever drama that is going on and I understand completely just don't know how to help like always, but there's always a feeling in me that always asks if you always knew how much I have changed.

Frankly, I'm not complaining on how bad it is, I quite enjoy it. It's just how I noticed that you don't know me as much anymore and it feels like the first year. If anything, I think we became...

Strangers once again.