I knew this day was coming since you were arrested. We both knew it was coming quicker and quicker with each day passing. Then when a date was officially picked out, we started counting down the day until April 4th. On April 3rd, I saw you for the last time for 90 days.

It didn't hit me that I wouldn't actually hear or see you until the 4th, at 5 pm. I spoke to him over FaceTime to say our final good-bye. How do you say good-bye? I'm not sure anymore. You are not physically that far from me, but I can't see you. That's probably one of the hardest things to get past.

Slowly the hours that you've been offline of Facebook keep adding up. For some hopeless reason, I just keep hoping that you will log on again. When you really think about it 90 days doesn't seem like a long time. I've known my best friend since sophomore year of high school. In our five years of friendship, we grew really close.

Even while I'm at school and he's back home we talk constantly every day. As the days slowly creep along, it feels a lot longer than expected. I missed your call yesterday, three times. I've never felt like such a trash friend in my entire life. I want to know that you're okay, and I have no way of knowing now.

I wrote you a letter but it just feels like an empty attempt to reach out to you. There's a small part of me that is terrified that the letter will never reach you. I feel like a terrible friend and I don't know how to fix it.

I feel lost, normally I would just reach out to you. But you're not available right now. I miss you more than I have ever missed anyone. I know you will be out soon but soon isn't soon enough.