Everyday

Everyday the hole you left in my heart gets smaller, and even though the possibility of losing our friendship is like losing a part of me, it's getting easier. I realize that things can never be the same, we can never be what we once were to each other.

But for now, let me mourn that loss. Let me mourn the loss of a friend who was a mirror of myself, a friend  who understood me like no other friend ever has or ever will, whose friendship opened myself to others and to myself. So for now, I just need to survive this feeling where every breath feels like it is taking a piece of my heart away from my body. Where every breath hurts so much, it makes me want to cry. I'll heal. We'll both move on, and who knows, maybe someday, in the distant future, we can be those people who met on an outdoor patio and shared a single beer and laughed. Maybe. Someday.

I will miss you best friend. I will miss you more than you know.