Buddy

He was twelve and I was thirteen. We were best friends. How we use to make a scene. I thought to the very end. We knew what each other were thinking. I protected him he protected me. That was how strong our linking. In adulthood you turned to flea. You left me sinking. I remember how we use to play. When we would fight and you knocked me down. But me, I never thought you would betray. I believed you would always be around.