Here we go again. You tell me that I’m pretty. We have fights over who’s cuter. We talk until midnight, and wake each other up with stupid texts. We think about each other during the day, and text the other person, just to ask how their day’s going. Everything is perfect; we talk for hours on end without getting bored, and we never fight. Then someone comes along and decides to get in the middle of everything. We start fighting because the jealousy starts and we gradually grow further apart. The person whom you were so close to soon becomes a stranger. You walk past them in the hall and wonder how things changed so fast, over something so stupid. You look at all your old photos/messages and wish everything was back the way it used to be.