After all these years.
You turned fourteen and I can feel it. I’ve been ready since you were twelve. You’re growing up.
Less time with me and more time with your friends. And I know it’s a good thing but after ten years of being your best friend it hurts. I knew I wouldn’t be here forever though.
Yesterday you told me you had to cancel our movie night. For a girl. I understood.
I can feel my mind leaving. I’m forgetting about you. I can’t remember your favorite color anymore.
You talk to me less and less every day. I don’t even remember what you called me.
Today you turned fifteen today. I don’t remember your name.