A Broken Promise and Soul

As I slowly drift into some unknown emotional state, I hold on to the few happy memories that I have shared with you. All my friend tell me that I have changed, but I don't see itbut none of that matters anymore.

All I can do is anticipate when you will walk through the door again. I know you're not gone; you promised me you would always be there.

I have to talk to a grace stone, instead of you, my best friend. How am I to deal with something such as this? Who will comfort me, when all this time it was you who did? Who do I turn to now?

Learning that you, my best friend, killed himself seemed to kill an unknown part of me. Now all I can hold on to is the wrinkled picture of you, and the happy memories that we made together.

I guess the saying, "You don't know what you have until it's taken away from you" really is true. I hadn't realized just how much you meant to me. I hadn't realized that all this time you were a part of me, and I was a part of you.

However, not matter what you are still alive. I know that because you live inside of me; you always have and always will. You will never be forgotten, I promise you that.