Looking In The Mirror

He'd be there everyday when I came home from school. My best friend, I knew everything about him and he knew everything about me. We kept no secrets. We both enjoyed the same things, a specific taste in music, the way we dressed, even shows we would watch together. We were so alike and that's what made us so close.

But as time went on and I progressed further through my life, he began to change. He would no longer watch our favourite television shows, he wouldn't talk about music, he dressed differently to the friend I knew my whole life. He started to change for the worse. He talked less. He cried more. He smiled less. He was alone more.

I tried talking to him about the way he was changing, but he would never tell me what was going on. Gradually, we became more distant to one another. It pained me to see what was happening to him and how he wouldn't do anything about it.

This person became a mere memory to me. I never saw the real him again. The person I saw in the mirror everyday wasn't there anymore.