They say that all good things come to an end, but in this case something is just ending. Something that I thought was good in the beginning, that I thought was real, but in all actuality was nothing more than a distraction for the both of us to get back on our feet after a very dramatic event.
In the beginning of said friendship I allowed myself to see what I wanted to see. I saw the parts of her that reminded me of myself and allowed myself to be swept up in the notion that we were kindred spirits. Birds of a feather. We even went so far as adoring the ridiculous titles of twin, sister, etc, etc. In actuality there are more differences between the two of us than there are similarities; number one being how we treat our friends.
I go out of my way for the people that I care about and I do not think it is not too much for me to ask the same in return. I do not put men in front of my friends. And most importantly, I do not lie to my friends. I believe in blunt honesty and if that is not accepted then I move on. It is who I am and I will not change who I am for anyone.
There are very definite character differences between us as well, and its hard for me to sit around and watch certain actions that go against the things I believe in. Sure, I may not go to church every Sunday but that doesn't mean that I do not have morals of my own.
These things were ignored in the beginning, because I saw what I wanted to see. It was such a relief to me to feel that there was someone out there that understood me to that degree, but I believe that I felt that way because at the time I so desperately wanted to feel understood. Its empowering knowing this now, it makes the break easy because somehow I always seem to see people how I want to see them, and not how they really are.
Accept it or walk away? Obviously she didn't even take the time to notice that I had already put my running shoes on.
