Missing,

YOU ARE my best friend; my sister. I think of you as my blood, a part of my family that has been lost but recently found. We have spent so many good days together, and not too many bad ones. You know that you can always count on me when you need something, or simply wanted to get something off of your chest. I come to you in your hour of need. I always comfort you when you are down, or stressed because of crazy issues going on. I had to put up with crazy demands and requests from you—but I did them all with pleasure because I would do anything for you. I would stop the moon from shinning to make you realize how important you are to me. When I see you, I smile. And even though we may spend months at a time without seeing each other, every time we are reunited it feels as if I have never been gone—we simply continue from where we left off. It has been over a year that I have moved to a different city; a different province. I am only 2 hours away, but sometimes I feel like that interferes with our friendship. Things happen that you are not aware of, mainly for my fear of opening up. You have acknowledged that, but I do not feel that you care entirely. When I need help, I am unsure whether or not to contact you. I know you will be too busy, or simply not respond to my text messages. I just wish you could open your eyes and see how alone I am here. I need you. I need my best friend. 

Just remember, S, that you may feel alone, but you are surrounded by the people you love and whom love you back. That includes me. But the list is missing you on the other end.

xx