who? - a letter to you

friend is a funny word, that could mean a lot. it could mean someone you've known for a while. someone you cherish. love.

friends are the people you treat as family, minus the blood. the people who know your deepest desires, your secrets, your fears. the ones who know you, like you do. 

friend - it has a lot of meaning. 

but to me, a friend's meaning is ultimately temporary. a friend is never everlasting. friendships die. they age, they crack, and in the end, both of you are left, muttering the same question over and over.

who?

you, precious human being. you were my first friend in this hell. you were my best friend. we talked like there was no next time. like the clock would stop ticking as we stopped speaking. we shared experiences you and i never will again. we had moments just between the both of us. moments only we know.

you were not a missing puzzle piece. that's what i thought. i was a set of pieces, and you were the one who figured me out. you and i knew we had a bond deep within us, a bond thats not love. but made of the knowledge that through thick and thin, i'd be your friend, and you mine.

but now. who are you?

friend is a funny word. a word that can bring great memories, great times. times that brought tears. brought anger. brought smiles.

however yet, smiles are temporary. and so were we. 

wherever you are, i hope you're content. i hope you remember our laughs. our stories. us. 

most of all, i hope, that like me, you remember that someone who once gave you the love no one else could. the love only a best friend can offer. 

and unlike me, you're not left asking, who?