I’m scared of losing you. We barely talk any more, which would be fine if we ever saw each other, but we can’t. You are my best friend and I miss you. I miss your smile and your hugs and your endless optimism. I know we have helped each other grow as people so much since we first met, but I don’t want this to be a goodbye. I still need you.
You were always the reason why I stopped myself. You were why I never went through with it because I cared about how you would deal with it. I miss you and you mean the world to me.
I’m scared that the future I planned in my head for so many years will be destroyed. I don’t want to lose you because you are my best friend and the beat thing that has ever happened to me.