Cause ESSAY!

     Liza and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. We have experienced most of our firsts together. She's always been the one I can run to. I can cry on her shoulder about all my problems. She's the first person I call with exciting news. She keeps all my secrets under lock and key. Under no circumstances would we disrespect one another. In high school we had just about everything in common. We managed the football team together. We had all the same classes, and all the same friends. We were interested in the same type of boys. She also lived at my house off and on throughout the years when things weren't going well in her own. Liza became more of a sister then just a friend. It was the kind of friendship that seems to happen only once in a lifetime. It seemed that nothing could break us apart. That is until things started to change the summer after our senior year. Drugs, her running with the wrong crowd, and her disagreeing with choices I made was the reason that we eventually lost the closeness that we once shared.
    The first reason that caused Liza and I to lose our closeness was when she got hooked up with some new friends. These were the kind of people that I did not want in my life. These "friends" of hers were already out of high school yet still had nothing going for them. No jobs, no schooling, babies that they weren't raising. When I tried talking to Liza about how she was falling into their trap she just said "Ashley it's senior year and I want to have some fun." Liza was still in all my classes, but was showing up less and less. The days that she did come she looked like she just crawled out of bed. Hair all messed up, clothes that were obviously not hers, to big or too small, and big dark circles that seemed to almost cover her face. She would complain about how bad her hangover sucked. Like that was my problem I wasn't the one drinking on a Tuesday night. She would often ask me to come hang out with her new friends but I wasn't interested. I wanted different things in life, and she would have to choose what she wanted. Sadly enough those are the people that she chose over me which was the beginning of the end of our closeness.
     Another cause the brought us to the end of our closeness was drugs. This is the big one for me. She used to be the prettiest girl I knew. Gorgeous long brown hair that reached half way down her body, never a single hair out of place. Piercing blue eyes that would instantly invite you into her warm and caring heart. She was all around a good person. She could make friends with anyone. She was full of life and loved to make people laugh. When she started using drugs though she became someone that I didn't know anymore. She looked like walking death. Her hair was often unwashed thrown into a bundled mess. Her eyes were no longer warm and inviting. They were bloodshot and red, with dark circles that made her looked old and warn out. I would still make and effort to hang out with her, because she was still the girl who held all my precious memories. Every time we did get together she would end up being "sick" because she didn't think that I knew what was going on. She wouldn't do pills in front of me, she knew I wouldn't tolerate it. It soon became more of a chore to spend time with me. She would leave from my house at all hours of the night to go get high with the loser friends. Her mom would call me and beg me to get her away from these people, and try to make her see what she was doing to herself. I tried my hardest but there was no talking to her. She was going to make her own choices and she made that clear to me. I was tiered of playing the game and fighting for her friendship. I excepted the fact that we might be two different people and tried to move on the best I could. The situation was bringing me down, and started effecting the other important people in my life, my family and boyfriend and that wasn't fair.
     Lastly, Liza disagreed with choices that I made with my life. She didn't like my boyfriend. She told me that I could do better and he wasn't right for me. For a while she would hang out with us but was nasty to my boyfriend. Always shooting dirty looks and rolling her yes at him. She would constantly pick fights with him when he did nothing to bring it on. Eventually though she would make me chose either her of him. If I wanted to spend time with her under no circumstances could he be around. She also became angry with me when I picked up extra shifts at work instead of spending time with her. The new attitude she had came from her new lifestyle. It was something that I could no longer handle. I finally came to realize that things werent going to get better. I slowly let liza slip out of my life. All we had left was the occasional phone call to make sure one another was still alive.
     It's very unlikely that a friendship will last forever. People change and go there separate ways, and I was convinced that I just had to accept that fact and move on. I never gave up hope on liza though, and eventually things started to come around. Liza called me one day after not talking for months and begged me to come get her. She needed to leave town to escape the friends that were holding her down. She needed my help! I instantly dropped everything I was doing and got in my car. I cried all the way there, and continued to cry once she got in the car. We had a lot to work on, and a lot to talk about. There she was in my life again. Considering the circumstances it felt so good. She sobered up, ditched the old so called friends and accepted the choices I had made for my life. Through all the bumps in the road we made it. It took some time to regain the closeness but eventually we did, and it's a great feeling!