My best friend & I do everything together. we walk to school together talking about girls and what was the plan for recess. we even made a fort in the living room one day and told scary stories.
sometimes at night we would get our sleeping bags and lay under the stars on the trampoline in the back yard.
but one day my best friend was crying. He was talking but i couldn't quite understand what he was trying to say. But somewhere deep down i got a feeling that it was the right thing to do.
I remember he gave the best hug in the world. ill never forget that hug. He left right after that & fifteen years later im 26 years old and grown up.
& not a day goes by that i think about my best friend, my memory, my dad.