I once had a childhood friend, she was pleasant, sweet and kind. She cheered me up when I was feeling upset, even when people bullied me, she would be right there to defend me. We could talk non-stop for ages, hours even. We would laugh about the stupidest things and make jokes that only we could understand. She was like the other half that I never had. Now, I'm 17 and she's 16 and we've drifted apart. She barely hangs out with me anymore. We ignore each other at school, and we only talk about lessons or homework. She's made loads of friends and is in a very lively social group, I'm left behind with one or two close friends. It feels like my other half has disappeared, a deep part of me feels anger, regret and a longing for her. But she's right there, but too far to reach. My hands reach out and grasp, but she turns into clouds, she was just a memory, a forgotten thing of the past. Yet I find myself coming back to the cherry blossom tree where we hung out. A special place just for the two of us, where we use to play hide and seek or play tag. I reminiscence about the things we use to do, that's when I start to tear up, the tears roll down my face as I've realised how much I've missed her. Regretting the moment, I finally give in into that desire, that longing to become friends, or even more. Surprisingly, she easily lets me into her friend group. Hanging out at school seems more enjoyable and fun. Things start to take a turn for good. Me and her, under this cherry blossoms, while she hands me a bouquet of white tulips and lilies. I instantly accept, her eyes beam with joy and we quickly embrace each other leaning in for a kiss. After that, months pass by, and it felt just like a fever dream. That was 2 years ago. Now, I'm 19, and she's still 16.
