The person you once showed your sincerity to,now a stranger to your sympathy. Eventually one learns to adapt. Your world once so warm and inviting, now so empty and jagged. How must one cope with the changes of a soul they thought they knew? a heart they once held so dearly, but over time let go of so easily? Every smile, every stare, every single component that makes a person an individual, evaporates. In its place a stranger. A being with new components one hasn't been exposed to. A soul that has been altered for whatever reason now has new meaning to the world, to the people in it, and to life in general.
Deceit.
Spite.
Malison.
The makings of the soul one is often asked to accept. Originating from a ghastly break-up. Arrogance leaves you blind, and boastfulness leaves you unwilling to open your eyes. Fiction is how you are living, pretending everything is up to par. Reality has you turning your head and avoiding any amount of truth.The truth that now were two people we never really knew, two people who jumped into life before we really lived. Two people who wanted something different but were to afraid of change.
Truce is agreed upon and progress begins, to better one another with the beauty of friendship.
