To a Former Friend

I dedicate this poem to you, The one who I used to call "friend", "Best friend", or maybe even "sister". Yes, you meant that much to me, And I thought I meant as much to you. No, maybe not as much, but at least a "best friend". Did I ask for too much? Was that too selfish of a request? I thought that we'd be best friends forever, I really did. But I guess it was all just a fantasy, A fragment of my imagination. After all, reality is a much harsher place. I think I only realized that after you walked away; After you walked away and never looked back And left me in a deep, dark pit of torment, Wondering why you'd changed. If I'd done something different, would you still be the same? Of all the people beside me, I never would have guessed that You would be the one to leave me like this. And as I watched from a mile away, How well off you seemeed without me, I fell into a sea of depression. For the longest time, I felt so lonely, Questioning myself whether anyone truly needed me. Or was I only just second choice? Now, as I am writing this poem, I cannot say that I have been completely healed. I still feel the doubt, the uncertainty, When someone says "I love you" Or "You are my best friend" Even when I know that it is all in my head. But I think I can say with confidence that I have become stronger, Even if just a little bit, Even though sometimes I still miss you.