Her eyes, brown, but beautiful.

Her smile, the real one, not the instagram one.

Her laugh.

Her eye rolls.

Her ombred hair.

Her cute kissy face.

I've grown up with her.

I've been through hell and back several times with her.

We have changed together, grown.

But lately I look into those eyes, familiar and amazing, it's like I'm talking to a stranger, I know her, but I don't.

Her personality morphing into plastic, cold, hard, and fake.

She is starting to act like the rest.

A clone.

Turning into a sheep.

Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with being like everyone else, unless you want to stand out and be diffrent.

It's hard to see the goat turn into a sheep.

It's hard to watch your best friend since basically forever become distant.

Maybe it's my fault.

But what was I supposed to do?

Tell her she can't be like everyone else?

No.

But I'm stuck between changing myself,

or letting her go.

Should I melt and morph into plastic as well?

Or

Should I let her go and see if she'll ever come back?

I guess I will lose my best friend, my life partner, my glue, my pal, my ride or die.

I guess I'll sit in that retirement home and remember the days when we would party and be stupid teenagers while I cry and miss the hell out of her.

But as long as she's happy, that's what truly matters.

I would give her the world if I could.

Because I love her more than I could ever describe or show.

So if she is happy then I'll be ok.

And hey, maybe we'll see eachother at Safeway, or some place and memories will fload back and we'll smile at eachother and remember those good days we had.

The little things hit me the hardest.

It's the little things she did that made me love her.