Remember the good old days? We were closer than two humans could ever have been. We knew everything about each other, and we spent every possible moment together. People whould whisper rumors to our "significant others" about how we were doing forbidden things in secluded areas, taking our bond far past friendship. But they knew better, as did we. Our love was much more evolved. Our hearts belonged to each other in a friendship that we thought was far too strong to be destroyed. Remember the promise we made each other? We swore we'd never let anything get between us.. that no matter what, we'd always be friends.. BEST friends. If only it were that easy.

I remember when it happened. You started dating my sister, and you started hanging out with a different crowd. I tried to push the pangs of jealousy away, but it was too late. A crack chiseled its way into our armor, never t be repaired. We tried, though. God, did we try. Many a night we would sob over our diminishing friendship, wanting things to be as they had been, but knowing they would never be. Then it happened...

I didn't mean it. When I said I wanted to put a pause on the friendship, I swear it I didn't mean it. I thought it would help us. You know what they say, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." If only it were that easy. God, I miss you. Your warms arms, holding me, promising me that everything will be okay. Your confidence in me, always holding me up no matter what. Your ever present shoulder, always there for me to cry on. It's all gone now, never to return.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I miss you. Everything about you. You were so unique, so unlike anyone I had ever met. I haven't been the same since you left. I stopped eating weeks ago, subconsciously thinking that if I got sick, you'd come back. But you never did. I tried the strong approach, telling myself that I didn't need you. I thought if I got over you, the loneliness would fade and a new life would come. But it never did. I even tried the desperate approach, begging your new friends to convince you to return. I hoped that their words would be more influential, and they they would make you return. But they never did.

Just once.. one last time.. I wish you would hold me, tell me everything's going to be alright.. Where did that promise go, friend? What happened to us? Where did we go wrong? All I ask, Jonathon.. one last time....