I had a friend since 1st grade. A close friend. A best friend.
It took me a number of years to realize that we'd grown apart. I kept her in my loop, and it slowly began to dawn on me that I wasn't in hers.
It hurt, so badly, to realize that I wasn't as important a part of her life as I thought I was. As she was to me.
We had a very, very close friendship. Everyone though of us as a unit. It's still painful and embarrassing to me when people who know us / knew us ask if I've seen or heard from her lately. I haven't. Not for a few years.
I know people grow apart. I know that. I've lost touch with people.
I just never thought it would be with her.
I can't believe it, sometimes, that it was so easy for her to just stop calling. To stop writing. But I guess it was.
I could only go on with things being one-sided for so long. And then I stopped reaching out.
And it ended.
I miss her still. Or who I thought she was to me.