Somebody That I Used to Know

I’ve had the lyric “Now, you’re just somebody that I used to know” stuck in my head all day from the song of the same name by Goyte.  I’ve spent the day wondering how someone goes from being a friend to being nothing more than a memory.  I thought back to high school.  I had a close friend, a best friend in my sophomore and junior year.  We had similar interests, competed on the gymnastics team together, dated boys that were also friends so we never had to compete for time together, and having grown up together in the same neighborhood, we knew our roots.  We had sleepovers, shared our deepest secrets, fears, hopes and dreams.  I traveled with her family for Spring Break to ski the slopes of Sun Valley, traveling easily together, compatible on both an athletic and adventurous level.  We tried out for the high school drill team and both donned the blue and gold with matching pom-poms sporting the school colors.  Then we reached our senior year.

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