3There was once a time when you were my best friend. I looked up to you, respected you even. We did everything together; we had the same likes and dislikes. I never held to my own truths, only to yours. Your life, as I saw it was perfect, though I would soon find out that it was anything but that. However, for several years, I was a huge part of it. And then she came along.
Another friend, to enclose in our circle. Another person that you could influence, though at the time, I didn't see it that way. I became almost as close to her as I was to you. And then you decided that you didn't want to be her friend.
From then on in, my life was a living hell, and I was the Satan that ruled it all, although for a while afterward I blamed you. Fights over the phone ensued, nasty tricks, all of which I played along with. Through most of the turmoil, I trusted you more than anybody, although you were the last person who deserved my trust.
Ah, what happened then? I had what could be called a social epiphany. As soon as you decided that we should drop her friendship, as soon as the tearful phone calls and melancholy e-mails began, I realized that I had to get out. And that was perhaps the best thing that ever happened to me.
I look at you now, and you've changed so much. What happened to the days of innocence, of truth? I look at you, and I don't see your personality, not as I knew it. You've. changed. For the worse. Last year I still had some hope of harmonizing our friendship-perhaps I could have been the molder this time around, and fix those calluses that had been made. But now I see that any assumption of the sort was. ignorant. And so, every time I look at you, I have to close my eyes for a long while, blocking out all memories of the time when you were my friend. When I reopen them, I don't see you as an old associate, I see you as you are, and I do not like what I see.