This is not a story about love and how I was blind sighted by his affection but yet a story about friendship and how I was blinded by my own hypocrisy.

    It was a bright spring morning in April; it had just rained so the ground was still wet but the sky bright with the hope for a new future. I had recently broken up with my boyfriend and was enjoying the life in which I could now live. 
    I wanted nothing more than to just get away from him, my old life. He had changed me for the worst and I had just wanted to be me. Thus, I left the group I once stood with and had enjoyed my lunch with every day. I didn't see how this would later affect me. 
    I joined a clique that I was always at home with. They liked me for who I was no matter what I looked like, I thought I was free from the possible judgments I would receive.
    After time went on I came to the realization that I had left only three good friends behind in that group, I had slipped away from. All of them meant something to me; something crucial and never ending...or at least I thought. 
    Everyday just one of those three friends approached me and asked me why I was changing. I ignored it and continued my life. She had tried and tried to make our friendship work but somehow it just wasn't convient. So, slowly are friendship began to dissipate.
    I sat in my new group and enjoyed life from this perspective. The other two I had known, and still conversed with me often. I enjoyed it thinking that nothing could phase my new lifestyle.
    It was May and the school year was coming to an end. Drama arose and then fell but still nothing affected me. I was born anew when established in this group.
Something was different though, but I couldn't figure out quite what. I observed the people around me, nothing had changed. They were still the group that had loved me from the start, my home. I then gazed outsized my woven circle to the three friends I knew what seemed to be years ago. 
    The one was no different. Still my best guy friend and I knew nothing could change that. The one I had ignored in order to distance myself from the group seemed sad, but once again it was nothing of importance to me.
    Then, I found the difference. It was the remaining friend, not only did she walk and talk and act differently, but her appearance had changed as well. 
    I talked to her and found she had a new friend that she got along with well. A new group, a new clique. I didn't, she was still my friend so as long as she was happy so was I. 
    Soon I rarely saw her. I rarely spoke to her. I didn’t know what was going on in her life nor did she bother to tell me. Worried, I tried to talk to her. I feared I was loosing one of my best friends. She had changed. I begged and pleaded and asked why she was changing, but I was just ignored. 
    Later that week we had a fight. I yelled at her with all of my emotion and I couldn't understand why she didn't understand that it was mostly fear that creamed at her. I knew that our friendship had come to its end. There was no way around it.
    I regretted my actions for months and let it eat me away inside. 
    "Why did I yell at her?"
    "Why couldn't I tell that she was changing?"
    "Why was I so oblivious?"
    I cried, not only because I felt helpless but I had lost my best friend. I returned to my little group that I had so strongly been enlisted in and found there was something different. Once again I looked around and noticed that it was not them, but it was me. 
    My realization hit me hard. Like a slap across the face, or a punch to the stomach. She had changed; she became who she began to hang out with. I left therefore she found new people. She was then, those people, and not my people.
    I looked back to my old group and found him still the same, living life the way it used to be, but really, what can you expect from a guy. 
    But she was upset, damaged and hurt that I had just left her, and our friendship. 
    I had done the same thing to her that the other girl did to me. I was broken and confused just wishing I could go back. I wondered if she felt the same way. 
    So this is not just a story or something I decided to write. 
    They were my friends. I changed, hurting her. Then she changed, hurting me. I can not be angry or frustrated because I am no better. I am but only one of the many hypocrites this earth claims to hold. I was scared, and told myself If Only I Could Of Seen.
    I made my amends and my apologies, and eventually my betrayed friend forgave me. I was happy to have only lost one best friend, and not two.
Later I let go of my previous relationship with the other girl and told myself, what happens, happens. 
    Two weeks later we started talking again.
    So this is a message to all, friends are not for taking granted. They are gifts, and open you're eyes, that way you can see them.