When I first met you, you had me blushing.

Picturing ourselves in each other’s life.

The past came up, we were reminiscing.

I teased you about being a lowlife.

That didn’t stop the feeling of butterflies.

Months passed and we were inseparable.

I started to dread all of our goodbyes.

Some years passed and it became a cycle.

Falling apart we were just different.

Everything we had became memories.

You went back to the old you; arrogant.

Always out on the streets causing worries.

Despite that you’ll always be my best friend.

Don’t you remember friends until the end?