A Memory That Still Remains

There comes a point in your life when you reflect on all the bonds you've once share with somebody close. It has become a daily habit of mine to think about my past and the people I've shared it with. There's one specific person I think about on a daily basis. She was my best friend, but most importantly she was a sister. I can't even fathom all the wonderful memories we shared. Growing up, we came from two different backgrounds and were complete opposites, but that only caused our friendship to become stronger. Little did I know that the "differences" that once binded our friendship were the causes as to why it ended. I still remember her golden tan, her crooked, innocent smile, and the way her hazel, gold flecked eyes would spontaneously light up. As time passed, we both started drifting and soon enough I rarely heard about her whereabouts. I acted in a careless manner when her name was brought up. I made myself believe that I didn't have a care in the world for her, but who was I kidding? She was like a sister to me; we both grew up together and both tackled the obstacles that were thrown at us TOGETHER. I proceeded to hear rumors about her; as each day passed, they were worse. I was in disbelief upon finding out her attempt to kill herself. I wanted to call her, but I knew that would only make matters worse. The worst thing I encountered was a video of her drugged up, looking lifeless. She puts up a care free facade, but I know for a fact that she's the most vulnerable being roaming this planet. I miss her, a lot. I refuse to see her because I want to continue to hold an untainted image of the girl that would put the color in my world. The girl who I shared everything with, the girl whom I would sit at the infamous fence with for hours talking about life and what we wanted from it. Beautiful, Sweet, & Loyal. Although we're both at different points in our life, her memory remains vividly every single day in my life.