Dear Lost Friend,
Isn't it crazy how we thought our friendship was bulletproof and that it was meant for books and movies, but look here we are? It's been months since we've had a conversation.
It drenches my heart when someone or something reminds me of you. I feel like running away and holding on to our memories, both at the same time. I miss those days when happiness was talking non-stop and eating in between lectures, when fights were restricted to pillows and pencils when the only hurdle was to spend a day without seeing each other and only nightmare was being sorted into different sections. When heartbreak meant you sharing your food with someone else and the revenge was me not selecting you for chocolate distribution on my birthday. Remember, how hurt you were? It broke my heart too.
You were there to mend my heart, to wipe my tears. How we used to cry over marks and breakups, how you used to talk all nonsense, non-stop and I heard them all with utter attention as if it were world war news. Look at us now, instead of telling you how much I miss us, I'm here shedding my tears on this piece of paper. Instead of asking you why you left me all alone, I'm here questioning every existing element, "why".
I'm clueless about what went wrong or where we didn't go right, or who is to be blamed for all of this. We probably have got no way back to each other, but you know what? That's okay, as change is the essence of life. I'm glad that we met and have a box full of memories, some bitter some sweet and a lot of crazy ones.
Take your decisions wisely, don't let people manipulate you, I'm no longer there to hold you back and stop you anymore. I hope you don't settle for people who treat you any less than a queen and never forget that you'll forever have the most special place in my heart no matter where we go in life.
I really hope that once in this lifetime we will start talking unknowingly and maybe then it'll all be fine, but until then,...
Your,
Shining star or maybe not anymore.
