Everything seems the same. And yet nothing really was. For when I look at her now, it’s only her I see.
Unlike before, when I look at her, I see it all --- the dreams behind the smile, the thoughts that bring out the laughter, the memories that prompts her to gesture.
She’s become a stranger. More a stranger than when I first met her.
There she stands, my best friend. But she’s not mine anymore.
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