I used to have friends who where so close to me.
I had friends. Friends that I could tell everything too. Every little detail.
I could be myself around them.
They could be themselves around me.
We didn't care, what the other wore or how they spoke, or wore their hair.
We just appreciated each others company.
I used to have so many of these friends.
But ever since that dreadful last day. We've all seemed to go our separate ways.
Some have moved. Some meet new people.
I wish I could say I have.
But I remain to be nothing but happy for them.
I miss them.
Every living breathing moment.
Sure I still see them.
It's not the same though.
I don't have those friends people talk about.
When they smile and talk about all the great times they have and will have to come.
I smile with them.
But inside I feel an emptiness and sadness swim.
I would do anything to go back.
Not take for granted those days which seemed endless then.
Now only memories of, when we used too.