Somebody That I Used To Know, Izzabelle Murillo

Somebody That I Used To Know By: Izzabelle Murillo There are very few people I can be certain about that I can honestly say have changed me and my perspective in life. I mean, we’ve all had that one person who has changed your ideas and open your blind eyes just by being honest, and if you haven’t, then you are missing out. Don’t worry, because it could happen in a few years, a few months, a few weeks, maybe even a few days from now. To me, it happened at a fairly young age. There’s someone I used to know with the most untamable hair in the history of the world. With the prettiest smile and the saddest eyes. That person, at one time, was my world. She changed the way I saw life, and opened a whole new bright world that seemed so much better than what was going on at the time. For the first time in my life, it seemed, someone actually craved my company as much as I craved theirs. Someone needed me the way I needed them. The ying to my yang. That time spent, energy used, words said, thoughts exchanged, could never be replaced. Never. The long nights, the letters, the tears, laughs, glances, shared ideas, all of it…could never ever compare to anything else. 3 and a half years of my life that I would gladly spend over and over again until I didn’t have anything but months left. But like most things that we enjoy, things changed, we did too and our paths haven’t crossed that much anymore. It’s not that we don’t want them to, because we do, but fate has a funny way of playing even with the best of people. Most people would be bothered by such an idea but me, I know that “friends leave, times change and life doesn’t stop for anybody” That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. Because it does. A lot sometimes. Sometimes you just want to scream at the world because it’s so damn unfair and sometimes you just want to cry into your pillow and whisper it to the only body in the room: yours. But the pain has to balance out with the happiness somehow, right? Of course. I think of her all the time…and I’m pretty damn sure she think of me every once in a while too. And even though we hardly talk, speak, hell even acknowledge each other’s presence…we both know that we stare at the same moon. And at the end of the night, that’s all that matters.