Man, Woman, Lover or Friend.

Sometimes, you realize that the one person you thought was there, never really was.

Man or woman, lover or friend.

You see them in a different light, through different eyes. You’ve grown and matured, maybe quicker than them, maybe slower than them but you’re no longer on the same wavelength. You no longer need to share every detail, they’re not the first person you think of when a life-changing thing happens, and they’re not the first person you think of when something minor happens either.

They’ve drifted off. Or maybe it was you? You might have quite possibly outgrown this person.

Man or woman, lover or friend.

You might have seen them in a different light and maybe realized they were that way all along.

You’ve lost respect, gotten some perspective and yeah, maybe you’ve been a bit judgemental. You expected more or hoped for more from this person.

Man or woman, lover or friend.

A wall was built between you and a wall doesn’t go up overnight, it takes time to build. You both laid the foundation, put up the bricks piece by piece and before you even realized it, there was this huge wall

Neither of you will tear it down, there’s a slight chance neither of you will even acknowledge this wall but its there.

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I’ve accepted it, started decorating it. Hanging up pictures in frames of familiar faces and quote’s that inspire me. Life just keeps going unaware of the many walls that are built by men and woman, lovers and friends.

Man or woman, lover or friend.

Decorate your side of the wall and move forward. Forget what was and acknowledge what is.

Best regards.

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