It probably will never be the same. Scratch that; I know it will never be the same.

I am sure you have all had one of those friendships -- the kind you will never forget, no matter how hard you try. It is seemingly so, that the people who you care most about often disappoint you the most. Maybe this is because you expect a lot out of them; maybe your requests are unrealistic.

But I do hope we can one day be friends again.

It's true that friends come and go, ebbing and flowing to the phase of life you're in, but there are some friends that you lose who knock the wind right out of you. It is an unexpected turn that flips your world upside down and thrashes it against the rocky shoreline of old memories, creating pangs of hurt.

It just, quite blatantly, sucks.

I am optimistic of a future where we can coexist in a way that does not wreak of tension or awkwardness. No, it may never be as effortless as it once was, but friendship is about giving and taking. And if for one second you cared about me a fraction of the amount I cared about you, then you owe me this.

I'm not saying I can pretend like nothing happened between us. I am, however, sure of the years of solid friendship under our belts. My life is good. But a life absent of your friendship is kind of like getting a scuff on a pair of tennis shoes. You can still run fast, you can still jump, but you are always aware of that scuff. The loss of your friendship has been trialling. I can sit here and hope and pray that things will get better, but in actuality, the only way things can get better is if we both give in.

I feel confident that with time I can be happy for you, and you can be happy for me. But until that time comes, I think we both have some bridges to mend on our own. I pray that I am suddenly overwhelmed with the maturity I am lacking, and can eventually get over my prideful nature.

I do miss you.

I miss you a lot; maybe I miss you more than I should. But it's really not every day you lose a good friend, and you are of no exception. I think about you and all the good times we had. I hope you think about me every once and a blue moon, and I hope you think about the good times.

We had a good run. We absolutely did. One for the books. Just know that I am ready when you are to be friends again. It may not be tomorrow, the next day or even a year from now.

No, it will never be the same. But we can start something new -- a new friendship, a new respect, and a resurgence of trust. No, we cannot go back to how it was before, but here I am, asking you if we can move forward.