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Dear Friend
Dear Friend,
 
 I still remember you. 
 I remember your soft blond hair and your brown eyes. 
 I remember hanging out with you everyday. 
 I remember your voice, your smile, your laugh and the way it all could be used for good and evil. 
 I remember your shnarky comments and the way you would always find a way to make me laugh with them. 
 I even remember when that short blond hair of yours was a golden sea pouring from your head. 
 I remember you when we were little and being convinced that you loved my brother. 
 I remember you getting sick and not understanding it. 
 I remember the baldness, the blindness, and the beauty you carried around with you. 
 I remember your princess tendencies and how much they infuriated me. 
 I even remember hating you at times and starting a vendetta against you. 
 I remember you getting sick and understanding it. 
 I remember not caring. I remember thinking you would get better. 
 I even remember the day I found out that you were not going to get better.
 I remember crying and praying that it was all a joke. 
 I remember the day the sky cried for you and it was all over. 
 I remember wanting to pick you up and spinning you around like I always used to and 
 I remember not being able to. I don't remember ever saying sorry to you for being so rotten all these years. 
 I don't remember coming clean about some of this. 
 I don't remember calling you every night like I promised. 
 I don't even remember visiting you at the hospital, not once. 
 I remember you calling me your best friend but I don't remember acting like it. 
 This is me finally saying sorry for doing you wrong. 
 This is me letting myself free from the bondage that I was forced into by guilt and regret. 
 This is me letting you go. 
 This is me saying goodbye.
 
 Love,
 A Friend

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