Situations make things change

Have you ever met someone the first time you met them they were someone completely different than the second time you guys came to face each other again ?

well .... I HAVE .

I met a young girl once she was the most outgoing free spirited individual I had ever came across. When I saw her I knew I would never forget her she was different. Afraid of nothing she looked at the world with innocent eyes, woke up each day with no worries. Independent young lady so young only fourteen very much spoiled rotten, she felt she had to report to no one she was her own BOSS. Her friends were her best accessory she was never seen out without them. she partied so hard that any club she attended she was spotted. Dare devil she was, the first to dance in a room full of people who stood around to afraid to she would call them "uptight" but after her everyone followed. She had an addiction for love she loved so deeply she knew she was an addict her high was so good she never wanted to come down from it . It was a dangerous drug she started acting out in ways she'd never imagine, a rebel she turned. It was a mothers love, and a fathers concern and she wasn't worried. In her eyes she had nothing to lose thats the way she lived shopping, partying, in love, young, and wild. Her love knew all her flaws, her fears, her goals, dreams, secrets, and the things that made her so weak it hurt, and as most stories go "THEY" didn't live happily ever after. I watched her broken heart break into shattered little pieces watched her pick them up after the tears were all used up. An artist she was molded the pieces back together with steel it was so cold.

Years passed by ..

I saw her again, but this time she was different still beautiful indeed. Much older, much wiser her frame had changed, hair was worn different. The way she walked, talked even the way she smelled was distinct. Emotionally detached she was this time. Independent she still remained, and her style was just classy. Bottling her feelings inside afraid to let anyone in. Her friends remained close but the circle was smaller two best friends that she loved, and only they knew her when she was naked removing the heavy layers of her fears, weaknesses, goals, and dreams. Her heart was no longer worn on her sleeves in fact I didn't even see it. Her best accessory now was her blackberry. I went clubbing and I watched her from a distance she didn't dance freely anymore. Her friends hadn't changed they were still the same the center of attention cause they danced so beautifully. She stood there holding her drink in her hand and just swayed with the music. Now she was part of that crowd the ones considered uptight to afraid to let loose. Her inner child was gone probably lost and confused. I heard her screams from afar all the way by the bar across the room. She was always alone, but never felt lonely the company of another was missed but to her it was never really much needed. Her mind was buried in school and work leaving no time to think or worry about insignificant things that she felt wouldn't take her to what she wanted to be. Long evenings on her day off were still spent shopping it was her only escape. Awed by the change I started to follow her so many times I wanted to talk to her. Ask her what happened to the girl I once knew reach out to her and tell her she was still so young with a lot left to do. As I watched her with her friends chatting away I saw those little girl eyes once again. I knew they were there, but when she left them came back her dark mysterious eyes, and yet again I couldn't recognize her.

I knew her so well and than I lost her, and yet I always followed and watched her closely behind all of her steps. I met HER in the mirror when a long time had passed and I saw her again I mean really looked at her as I did the first time years ago I met me a complete stranger to my own body.