We talk now, not much, but enough.
You once told me, i was your only friend and family.
I never understood.
You looked at me like i was your life line.
I saw how scared you looked whenever i wasn't there, and how your eyes gain a little light when i returned.
You once asked me,
"If you ever find out about my past, would you still be my friend, will you still stay?"
I was puzzled, i stayed silent, then you smiled, it wasn't a happy one, it was broken, pained.
I watched you walk away silently.
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I don't know when it happened, maybe it was when she arrived. My childhood friend. We've been separated for years.
She and her mother relocated after her dad died.
Now she's back, still grieving the loss of her dad and grandmother who died months before she returned.
I grew distant without knowing.
Even when you tried to reach me.
Even when you ran to me bruised and in tears.
I pushed you away. My attention was on my childhood friend, she was grieving and she needed me.