I never knew how much you meant to me until you were gone.
I lived in denial while I watched you become weaker.
I pretended you would be ok and that we would have plenty of time left.
But then came that night, when 'I love you' sounded like the last time it would be said.
The next day you were gone.
I couldn't cry.
I couldn't do anything.
All I could remember was that you were fine a year ago.
But now you're gone.
It's been 2 years now.
I'm still not ok.
I still think about calling you, only to remember that you're gone.
Why did you have to go?
I only realized I lost my best friend when there was no chance of seeing you again.