I want to go back to when we first met. We were friends instantly. We used to have a conversation for days, never saying ’goodbye’, just picking up where we left off if one of us got busy. Then a year later, we were best friends, and when you were almost at your texting limit, we’d talk on the phone for hours every night. Then when you were almost at your limit for minutes, we’d start to use your house phone. We couldn’t talk as long then, but that was okay because we still went to school together, and although we didn’t hang out much, we still saw eachother and talked every once in awhile. Then we started growing apart, and I didn’t tell you anything that was going on, at the time I needed a friend most. Now I know you would’ve kept my secret better than anyone I actually did tell. Then when we graduated from middle school, we didn’t enroll in the same high school. For some crazy reason, this made us close again, maybe even closer than before. We started texting all the time (when you didn’t have your phone taken away :P) and eventually, you became like a big brother to me. All through freshman year we texted constantly, and I told you EVERYTHING. You always listened when I just needed someone to talk to. I remember when I was visiting my family back east over Christmas break, and they were joking about not letting me return, and I told you. You told me you were going to save up your money for a round trip ticket there and back, and a large dog carrier, so you could fly out here, put me in the dog carrier, and fly back. I was in awe that someone would be willing to do something like that for me. We’ve only ever fought once, and the next day I was upset and wouldn’t tell anyone at school why. The reason was because I thought you were mad at me and would never want to talk to me again. You called me that night. You told me you weren’t mad, and that it was a stupid fight. We both apologized. Then you realized I was still upset. You used to always be able to tell when I was upset, no matter how hard I tried to hide it. I told you it was nothing and we got off the phone. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold my tears in if I had said it out loud. I texted you and told you it was the anniversary of my grandfather’s death, and I had forgotten about it all day. I felt horrible. You weren’t mad at me for lying about it, you just tried to comfort me as much as you could. I remember sitting on the bathroom floor sobbing, refusing to talk to anyone but you. You always knew how to make me feel better. That day that I was on a road trip with my family and I was crying in the back seat because the guy I liked at the time had gone from flirting with me to telling me he loved another girl overnight? You told me you were going to kick his ass, and you cheered me up. That was another time I refused to talk to anyone but you. When I would be feeling down about my parents divorce? You always told me things would be okay, and that you would always be here, by my side. Sophomore year rolled around, and at the beginning, we were still close. Then we started talking less, and then we didn’t talk for months. I would try to text you, and you wouldn’t reply. It hurt. When we started talking again, I knew I never wanted it to be like that again. But guess where we are now. I don’t tell you anything that’s going on in my life. I don’t tell you what’s wrong. We don’t talk anymore. And I miss you. I miss my unbiological-big-brother that teases me for my height, and for liking One Direction, but has a man crush on one of the members. I’m crying just thinking about it, because I don’t know when we’ll have that back.

I hope you see this. I doubt you will.