Closure.

A word we all hear a handful of times in our lives. How could a small 7 letter word mean so damn much? Because it has the capability to get to our innate human need for a sense of security. Whether it's the words we want to hear, or the ones we don't. It's something. And for us, something is ALWAYS better than nothing.

You were the best friend I ever had.

We spent just about every day together for 3 years. We did everything together. You listened to my problems, and I listened to yours. You held me when I cried, I calmed you down when you were angry. You meant so much to me.

Did I really not mean that much to you?

You promised me that no matter what happened, no matter who walked into our lives, we would always be there for each other. We go together, or we don't go down at all. You've seen me at my absolute worst and I've seen you just the same. I still stuck with you.

And then, you stopped.

Stopped calling. Stopped texting. For days, weeks, months, almost a year now. You deleted me and my family off of all social media, without warning. I kept asking myself, what happened? What could I possibly have done for our friendship to have such a drastic outcome?

I called. I texted. For days, weeks, months, and of course almost a year now. You read them, all of them.

And nothing.

I begged for some sort of acknowledgement, a simple yes or no to continue being friends. I just needed something. One word that would help me move on.

Move on from putting so much trust into a person that would sooner or later throw it all back in my face. Yes, we both have our own lives now. We met new people, made new friends, but that shouldn't cancel out the friendship we had. At least not for me. We're both trying to make a living, but I would do anything just to have you back if that's what you also wanted. Was I not worth one simple word?

People always say that silence is an answer too, which I agree on. But not when it comes to you. You were way too important to me to just move on without knowing 120% what your intentions were when it came to us.

It hurts, a lot.

There are nights I've had that I spent crying because I had a terrible day. The kind of terrible that only you know how to help with. You know about the darkest corners of my mind, and how to chase out the demons that lurk within them. I know about yours too, and if you found a way to chase yours out without me then I am so proud of you.

Just know that no matter where you are, or what you're doing, I hope that you are happy, healthy, and safe. And if our paths do cross again, I hope it leads us down a road that's big enough for the both of us.