I woke up out of my trance and realized that she only sees me the way she wants me to be, but not for who I actually am.
“Right,” he said, “that’s how friendships die; when you grow out of an image and the other person doesn’t want to accept you for who you are.”
How many years has this been going on? How much time has passed in which she was hoping I would change back into the way I was?
I will never be that person you knew in high school again. I will probably never believe the same things you believe again. It has taken me such a long time to find my own identity, my own beliefs and my own way in this world and I am not going back to being lost with you. Ever.
All those years of friendship are just a lie now.
It’s a mixture of sadness, anger and …relief.
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