I was never an exciting person to be around, but she was.
I always wanted to stay home and read a good book, whereas she wanted to go learn how to surf or go to movie premiers.
She was the life of the party; I was the person who never got invited to one.
Even when she was in a bad mood, she managed to make everyone's day brighter. I seemed to only bring around a cloud of depression.
She was my best friend. I should have seen the signs. I should have noticed the bags under her eyes. Or maybe the change in her demeanor. Maybe I could have seen the change in her smile; a little less pep in her step.
But I didn't.
I was too blinded by my own problems that I didn't notice my best friend dying right in front of me.
What if she was trying to get me to help but I didn't notice? Clearly I didn't see the signs.
I could go on forever, naming things I should have noticed, but there's something more to this. There must be.
