I had a best friend, his name is Luke. We used to have a really beautiful, special and unique friendship.
But I lost him. He lost me. We lost each other.
I don’t know what was the problem. Either what was going on.
I just know that I feel that something is missing in my soul and heart. Is him.
I cry about him. He cries about me. We cry about each other.
Sometimes I feel sad about all this mess.
And sometimes I don’t know what to feel.
I just know that losing a best friend is ******* painful.
Yes, we had a lot of ups and downs. But there was a lot of love too.
Luke, best friend, I just want you to know that I am never going to forget you.
With love, A.