All Is Forgotten

I once had a best friend
I adored her so
She was my everything and more
For so many years we shared secrets, hope, dreams
Laughs, smiles, jokes, stories
She was my sister and friend
We were so close
She knew me, I was a lot like her
I trusted her, loved her and let her in
I told her my troubles, my fears
She told me she'd be there for me
In sweet, kind words that always made me smile
I needed her
She helped me find myself
Without her I never would have
She introduced me to new things
She let me be myself and not try to change me
She was perfect and beautiful in her own way
She was actually what I needed but now...
I don't know what to call her
She certainly isn't my sister or friend
She's changed and I miss her
She fails to see how much it hurts me
She only acknowledges me when she feels like it
We don't talk like we use to
She doesn't give a d a m n
She's moved on
Has the last few years meant nothing to her?

*I miss Drew so much...and yes I realize I used 'she' way to much