I miss the friend I once had. The girl who had lifted me out of my shell and made me happy. I wasn’t used to having anyone by my side that I forced my frustration on her, basically saying I wanted to be alone on paper. I still remember her sad expression to this day. I was such an asshole. But even so, she still wanted to be in my life. It felt strange having someone around like that. But I was happy. I felt comfortable enough to share my voice with her in private. (I was a quiet kid) I remember someone walked in between her and I’s relationship. They became good friends and left me out at times. I felt.. sad. Something I didn’t expect to feel. I hated the guy she became friends with. Then one day she just vanished without a word. I looked for her. I thought maybe she was just absent for a few days. But as a month passed, I knew she left. She hadn’t even gave me a last message or anything. I was alone once again. I still remember our ‘secret’ area under the tall sandpit.