It was always you.
You were open and honest with me.
When I was new and lost, you came and welcomed me.
You were frank and helped me to be better.
You trusted me with things that were personal.
We did things together and went through crap together.
When things happened to me and I was thrown off track, you stood by me and helped me along.
But I got stuck, and your patience wore thin.
I miss you.
I miss the times when we joked and laughed and chilled together.
I miss the daily drives where we would just talk.
You don’t think much of me anymore and sadly I understand.
I wish I could turn back the hands of time, to go back to when things were simpler and happy.
I look back and wish we did not drift.
Yours is a friendship that I never want to lose.
But I am afraid I have already lost you.