Dear best friend who doesn't respond to my texts anymore,

Sending you this with all the high hopes that you're doing okay as there's alot to unfurl so please read it okay?

With a slight jolt of the wind, a pile of tainted yet crisp, neat and brown mails fell across my study table where I firmly stacked all the letters you had let sail from another country to mine, quickly giving me a ride down the memory lane

All through I wondered if your handwriting was still the same and your quick temper does it still make you insane? Maybe I'll never know and maybe you'll never tell me.

The last time you wrote a letter for me was from a time zone 12 hours apart so distant that when I would sleep you'd wake up grouchly for your hurried class with no summer tea in a winter sky morning and I imagined, imagined the preciseness you'd being working with all this time to get to a place so far and grandeur but with a cost of thousand of miles that set us apart

But a distant half of me worries and wonders if it was to get away from here from me?

For all the letters I've read slowly hum in the back of my mind with a slight echo of a scream letting me know

That maybe all you did was reply

Maybe the friendship for which I climbed mountains was just a temporary settlement untill you found new ones

You see now you aren't my best friend as they say for you've never being there as a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on to my dismay

I wonder if you wake with this sick feeling of guilt washed over your skin or if you even remember my name

I wonder if you remember all the plans we made, to meet once we're old enough to fly skies and have a wonderful time

But hey, who doesn't have enough time to simply type a hey or how are you doing or maybe I'm busy tons of assignment sorry?

No you just plainly ignore us barely registering our existence

I've tried and tried over and again to re-kindle the friendship we had

But maybe you're just another girl, another best friend with whom I shared a million moments of joys, now you're just a distant memory that I might unwrap every now and then

You know what hurts the most?

Leaving without a trace of your where abouts, no texts ,no emails just hollow silence rumbling within half opened creaky windows

Sometimes when I'm sipping tea making a metaphorical rhyme, a thought about you crosses my mind and I wonder if that ever happens to you too

I hope you find this letter in your best state while your among the people whom you call best friends now

I hope they hold you up while you cry as you realize or maybe as you burn this up to dust without giving an ounce of chance to read it with your tears held with a smile

Maybe do send back a letter but this time I won't wait

Sending you tons of love

A