I met him when I was young,
Around 4 years or so.
I can’t remember his real name,
I always called him Wadra.
We used to play together,
No one could keep us apart.
We laughed and played,
From dawn to dusk.
He was always watching out for me,
Even if it got annoying.
He was always by my side,
Helping when I needed it.
My family often saw me,
Chatting away with him.
They wondered how well I knew him,
And why he was my only friend.
One day they finally had enough,
Of their so called hidden curiosity.
My mother started asking questions,
To see him from my eyes.
But then one day it changed,
He completely broke my heart.
My best friend who I had loved,
Had become my biggest fear.
He started trying to scare me,
So much that I would scream.
My cries would call my mother,
She came running every time.
I loved him with all my young heart,
A part of me still does.
To me he will always be my friend,
The boy who’s still in my heart.
He had my trust,
And he broke it.
But if I were to be honest,
Then I would say he still has some of it.
I’ll wait until the day,
That he finally returns.
When he does,
My arms will be open with love.
To this day I still miss him,
Wishing him back all the time.
I used to say I never wanted to see him again,
But I was lying to myself and everyone else.
I'll still love him,
No matter what.
