used to be somebody

Life is funny sometimes..

Once, we are close to somebody.
We are telling each other our story and our dream.
We know exactly every part of its body.
No matter how much we hurt each other, at the end we still laugh together.
Our life is that person’s life too.

But, something’s happened.
Slowly but sure, we keep our distance as far as we can.
Pretend we're just strangers for each other.
We become the last person to know their issue.
At the end, that somebody turns nobody.