i don't know how he did it
but he was very quickly possibly my best friend.
never mind the many people who i'd know for so long.
they all seemed almost insignificant compared to him.
we had so much in common.
so why i am so worried that something bad will happen?
i think i blame the one before him.
who drove his knife through my heart.
i am still trying to pick up the ragged pieces that he left.
not a lover, no,
but you'd be surprised at how much a best friend can do.
