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Once, I loved you more than anyone else.

You were the person I told every secret to.

I've known you since I was born. We spent our childhood together, we went to the same school, we wore the same clothes, we stayed over at each other's houses every week.

My parents were yours, and your parents were mine. We drank from the same bottle, we hugged each other when we were scared of the monster under the bed, which only existed in our childish, creative, happy minds.

I kissed you, I comforted you when you were sad, and so did you. We were like siblings, like twins. You were my best friend. I never wanted to lose you, I didn't even think about that. We loved each other so much, it didn't matter that you were a year older than me.

But then, I quit dance school, and you were alone with other girls, your other friends. But it was okay, everything was okay—until you changed schools. We saw each other less and less for a year, and I think that's when we started to fall apart.

So much has happened in the last three years, and it pulled us apart. We had different interests, different hobbies, different friends, different classes.

Now you've completely forgotten me. You don't talk to me anymore, you even forgot my birthday. Instead, you posted a picture of you and your friend group. You are happy without me, maybe even happier than you were with me. But you still have all the things I told you about myself, you still know everything. But you're not my best friend anymore.

Now, you are just a stranger with all my secrets.

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