My finger hovers over the delete contact button threating to push it. But don't. I can't. Too many memories. Too many good times. I sigh, then shove my phone in my pocket. I don't know what to do. I see you everywhere. I can barely stand to walk through the halls knowing that you could be around every corner. I miss you but don't care. I am so mad at you yet I still wish you were here by my side. You left me all alone. You left me in the dust while you moved on. You didn't even take a second glance. So many good times, so many memories you left behind. You made new friends, new promises you were bound to break. And I'm still here dwelling in the past. 

I saw a picture of you today. You looked so broken. So different. I remember the way your hair was never quite striaght. The way your eyes crinkled when you smiled. The sound of your laugh. I also remember when you started to change. You smiled less. You started editing yor pictures. You started dressing more like the "popular" girls. I remember when you started hanging out with the girls we used to laugh at because they tried so hard. When you got your first real boyfriend...then another and another. You were turning into the exact kind of girl we promised each other we would never be.

I hate you. How can you look straight through me like I don't even exist? We made eye contact in the hallway today. I was about to go up to you and say hello but before I could you turned to your friend and started laughing about something. You brushed past me like it was no big deal and I just stood there frozen in place of shock untill the crowd pushed me onward. I don't know what I did to you but I'm sorry. I'm sorry I messed up our friendship. I hope you know I still care about you and I will always remember you. 

Actually I'm not sorry. I have come to realize that it is not my fault you left. You changed and seperated yourself from me. I don't think I will ever understand how you left so many memories behind without even saying goodbye...I will never know how you left me. I know I'm not like your new "friends." But I'm just not that kind of person. I'm not a girl who does stupid things to get a guys attention and smokes. That's just not me. And I'm sorry you felt you had to change into that type of person. I thought you were perfect how you were before.

I was walking with the new girl today. You bumped into us and didn't even aknowlodge me. She looked at me and said,"Do you know that girl?" A thousand memories flashed before my eyes but I just smiled and said,"I used to."