I think about him everyday.
It's been years since I've seen, or talked to him.
We were little kids, best friends. Inseparable.
I often think about our old play-dates.
How he'd hide when I showed up at his house, and he'd get the biggest smile on his face when I saw him.
I guess you could call it young love.
But everything changed once I moved. We never talked, or saw each other again.
It breaks my heart, I even shed a tear sometimes.
Thinking we could've grown up together.
But he probably doesn't even remember..