"In every friend, we lose a part of ourselves and the best part."
We were sitting at the back of the taxi, discussing the end of the movie we just watched with such passion that anyone would've thought we're talking about a worldwide dilemma. I hope it never ends.
We're twelve and we're out getting ice cream, the sun's heat is burning against our skin. Our bikes reclining on the wall. You're my best friend.
We're home. Writing in each other's diaries. Talking. I have never laughed harder. Chipped pink painted nails, shiny shoes and colorful pins. I like it when you smile. I never tell you how much I love you.
Your eyes are so beautiful and warm. We've read harry potter for the first time together. We talked for hours about the characters and details. Collected souvenirs and T-shirts of bands We've never even heard of.
You hold my hand while crossing the street. Matching bracelets. I am the happiest when with you.
Silly laughter and lame jokes. Your birthday is in July. Your favorite color is yellow. I know so many people but only you stand out. I am at a restaurant and I see your favorite dish. I repeat your favorite song and you repeat mine.
I cried with you when your little brother was in the hospital. We hugged. You gave me your orange sweater and I wore it for my mom's birthday. You're my best friend.
We talk about the future, I'm gonna have a job, buy a car and we'll listen to our favorite songs on repeat without any disturbance. We'll watch the night sky without having to sneak out. We'll be happy. And more importantly, we'll remain the best of friends.
I haven't seen you in years. I didn't cry when we said goodbye, perhaps I didn't know what it meant. You moved so far from town. I felt bitter for the best part of the year. I changed schools in the hope that I'll make new friends, fresh start. I feel like a stranger.
I pass your old house and I want to cry. I can't remember the last time we talked, or what did we talk about. I miss you but I don't talk about it anymore.
It's July, your birthday. I didn't mention it. I go to a restaurant but I do not see your favorite dish. I see a yellow notebook and I think of you.
Sometimes, I go to get ice cream from the same shop. For a moment, it feels like nothing has changed. But the journey's too depressing. I don't have a bike anymore.
I am different. My mom says something has changed. I am quiet. I don't have the courage to dance freely on the table, or the ability to make conversations with strangers on the street. I feel empty sometimes. I wonder if it has anything to do with your absence. Mom says it's okay. But we were inseparable.
I feel like I lost something. A piece of me. You're gone and I don't know what to do with it. Where to go with all the memories and details that haunt me.
Weeks go by and I don't think about you, but you keep showing up in my dreams. I've got new friends but none of them feel real. I wonder if I am on your mind.
You're my best friend, but I don't talk to you anymore.
"Man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence."
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
I lost my taglist so I don't know who to tag anymore. I was finally able to let this out. I've been thinking about it for too long and I know it may be messy or ridiculous, it's just, losing a friend for no particular reason, they didn't break your heart, you just drift apart, and you know nothing of them right now, even though they were the main part of your life growing up. Tell me what you think. I'm not too confident. *I'm so sorry to anyone who can relate.
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