Being friends with you never really made me notice the fine print, how our friendship would be in a few years, and the day we'd probably be torn apart somehow. Who would have guessed that the time of your deperature would fall so soon? Sure, people noticed me depressed, tried to cheer me up, and even grieved with me, yet I never have shed a tear before anyone except my bedroom walls. Being alone with my problems is best; why should my depression affect other people around me? When these sad memories come 'round, I do the easiest thing for me. I think back to the happy moments, like the time we almost wet ourselves in laughter, when we used to plan your story together, and even the trips we encountered. Sure we can stay in touch, but what good is a friend through wires? Regardless of such turmoil, regardless of the tears, and regardless of our seperation, I pray that our friendship will stay and follow until we are reunited once again.

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Author's Note: This actually based on my life. My best friend moved away about October 10th and I guess this is dedicated to her. Here's to friends.