My fingers run thorugh the pages of my book of memories.
Worn paper turns, one after another.
Words, stories, pictures, memories.
My life.
I glance at the image before me and I stop.
Your bright eyes sparle at me.
Your lips grinning in delight.
Your arm slung arond my shoulder.
Then a drop splatters on the page and the image is distorted.
Just like our friendship.
Your eyes never sparkle anymore.
Your face somber and sad.
Your arms tucked near your body,
Keeping a safe distance.
Tears cascading down my cheeks
And I can't stop the flow.
The friendship we had has been lost and set free
And all I have left are our memories...
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