It starts with a smile.
Or a few kind words.
Maybe an interest in the same things.
Everything in life is at some point.
You talk about everything under the sun.
And suddenly you find that you miss them when they’re gone.
The late night talks.
And the early good morning texts.
A best friend and at the same time more.
Someone you never want to lose.
Someone you trust explicitly.
Only to see them walk away.
Because all good things must come to an end.
And it ends with a tear.
Or maybe a frown.