We had been best friends since we were two.
She was so beautiful with her eyes of blue.
I loved her, and she loved me.
Together we had set each other free.
We went into kindergarten, and we were in the same class.
At recess, we would walk off and sit in the grass.
Every day we would eat lunch together.
We spent as much time together, regardless of the weather.
We went into junior high, and we were still best friends.
We would walk down a hall every day, which never seemed to end.
I had a boyfriend, but she did not.
We were not about to let that stop us, so I did not flaunt.
Then, off to high school, and we had a few courses together.
But soon she found new friends, and her best friend, I found, was another.
It broke my heart, and I asked her why.
She shrugged and said, "Andie, sometimes people have to say goodbye."
I looked down, watching her walk away.
As she left, I called out, "I will love you forever. And even a day."
She turned and looked at me, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She looked at me crying like she had not seen me in weeks.
She hugged me tight and whispered in my ear,
"I love you. Please do not forget me."
Then she walked away
As if this had been her biggest fear.
We did not talk, and then one day I recieved a call from her brother.
On his end of the phone, I heard,
"Andie, it's Leah... She... killed herself...
I know you two stopped talking, but the note she left, was to you."
He hung up the phone, and in silence I sat.
How could someone so beautiful do something like that?
I walked to her house and knocked on her door.
He dad answered, looking at the floor.
I went to Leah's room, and picked up her note.
"To Andie, I am so sorry, baby girl," I read with a knot in my throat.
"Andie, I am sorry for ending my friendship with you.
But you have to understand, it is not something that I wanted to do.
There was a girl in my class. She said you had been talking bad.
She said if I did not end my friendship with you she would tell things about me to my dad.
I am so sorry I hurt you, but you have to understand,
I would do anything to just once again hold your hand.
By the time you read this, I will be gone.
But please do not cry.
I am where I belong.
Do not cry, for I know when you die,
You will be up here with me.
And together, we can again set each other free.
**This is a true story. My best friend, Leah, committed suicide only a little bit ago.. She was my best friend and I miss her more then words can say.
