You didn’t know them anymore; those cold creatures, warped up in their dark tunnel of pride. Each stranger has now ruined respective years of friendship. Silence has blurred out your conversations. How much can someone change in a short span of time? How abrupt can one habit change into another? “Maybe,” you think, “I never knew them at all.” Maybe you didn’t look hard enough, didn’t listen enough, didn’t love or try to love enough.
Do they still remember you? Their friend, companion. Do they remember the treasures you’ve uncovered and painstakingly buried to keep safe? What bits of memories are still left?
In this process of denial you thought of an answer—an excuse, for every question. You have been blinded. You’ve so closely observed how they changed so quickly as if mimicking lightning. You’ve overlooked the possibility that maybe they did not move at all, but remained constant, while you twisted everything against you.
They did not know you anymore. You are cold, and warped up in your dark tunnel of selfish pride. You have now become a stranger in their eyes; your years of friendship you’ve put aside. You’ve blurred out your similarities. Since when have you been so drunk with foolish, egoistic confidence? Since you did not look, listen, love, or try to, they found no sense in looking, listening, loving someone who has been swallowed whole by narcissistic esteem.