We have stopped talking, but I remember your friendship. Especially that day when we first discovered we could be good friends.

And the days of both dreamy and intellectual talks.. The days of sleepovers with other friends. The days of eating streetfoods and secretly complaining and criticising about many things..

That day when some crazy man thought you were never enough, that he needed two, or three more girls in his life at once. And you were crying your heart out when you called me on the phone..

That day when an unpermitted flame was burning you, and you were caught. And you called me like you were a soldier in battle badly needing reinforcement..

That day when we argued and did not talk for months, or, I guess a year..

That day when we started talking again..
That day when we started being friends again.
That day when a silly man broke my heart.. You wete there when I cried.

And over glasses of margarita, we cursed the idiot men that broke our hearts.

That day when we tried casino for the first time and we both got lucky, so we closed off the night with a few bottles of beer watching a live band.

And we got into casinos again, just to drown in wine, or beer, or coffee, or fruit juices.. Or just to hoard bottled water and ask for unlimited muffins..

I remember the bars and restaurants and coffee houses and shopping malls and thrift shops that we went to..

And we also went to hotels with other friends for the events that mattered to our circle.. But sometimes we go there just to compare their lobbies and facades and views and foods and wifi speed..

That day when we agreed to meet at a new coffee shop, and I came, but, just like a number of times before when you wouldn’t show up, you stopped answering my calls and messages. And you did not explain why, and I did not expect an explanation.

Then I went to far away lands for a long time and you finally sent me a message, asking me why I never told you I was leaving. And I told you we never met and you finally explained your flakiness. And I decide to accept the reasons.

That day when I needed a friend. And we both knew you were the friend I would always run on to. But you you made me feel I should not turn to you.

That day when you invited me for shopping and I was too tired but I wanted some time out so I agreed to meet. But I overslept, and I received your angry message. And I explained. But that was the end of our conversation.

It was the end of it.

The friendship has been cut before this, and I refused to recognize it.

I missed our friendship. But just like a love story, friendship can either grow or break, apart or together..
And when things, or people begin to fly away from your life, you must let them go.
I wish you well, my best friend.