I miss calling you my bestfriend. 
The immature messages that I sent, you always smiled and said they made your day. The times under the trees, when we'd just sit and talk undisturbed by anybody else. When we go out and swing with your little brother, I  just imagined how good our family could be, even when you where reckless and tipped it over those few times. We saw eachother though you dads death, held the other together until we both had no choice but to fall apart. You held me close, that one summer day, when I was to blame for a stumble into a fire, and a trip to the hospital. All the good times, the bad times, and those in between. I miss them all. Even that very last day.. When we both told eachother to go away.