we were the friends that would sit around a laugh all day, the friends who would gather candles and sit around and say spells cause we liked that stuff, the friends who were there for eachother 24/7. so close that we could say I love you and not think twice about it, we were the besr friends who did everything together, I was her last phone call and she was sitting next to me in jail, I filled her memories and she filled mine even still till the day I die, I miss my best friend,I want her back. some of you might say where is she wered she go? I couldnt answer that for you. but the point is someone gave up it dosent matter who, or when or why , I just miss you, the old you . the one who was sitting next to me when I took my first drink the one who was with me almost every night and day, the one who took me on adventures,the one who sang along with me to everysong on the radio no matter how much we hated it, the one who put up with my music, the one i went to concerts with, ran along the beach and chased after boys, the one who i watched overcome some of the biggest hurdles of her life, and i was so proud, the one who taught me how to stand on my own, the one who showed me not only sadness but how to overcome it, the one that sort of raised me in a way. I was there through all the friends just passing by to say hello , but ill never really say goodbye, I have this thing were if I love someone once ill always love them again. I dont like distance and I dont take well to change, I dont like throwing away years of memories. I guess its a flaw that I hold on to people for dear life. I miss your life being intertwined with mine, we were like christmas lights all tangled. but now , the candle have gone out, the spells lost there magic, the jokes arent funny anymore, the radios gone silent, theres no more boys to chase, no adventures to be took. no longer tangled but strung on two different christmas trees, the bottle is empty the buzz is gone, the phone cord is cut, and the jail cell is cold and empty.
our book has closed but still has blank pages, I wish we could finish writting in The Story Of Us