1 friend, 15 years

1 friend, 15 years.

Because it was always me calling for you, even when my family told me not to.

1 friend, 15 years.

Because it was always me skipping lunch just to sit beside you.

1 friend, 15 years.

Because it was always me apologizing for things that barely mattered.

1 friend, 15 years.

Because it was always me swallowing my anger, my pride, my self-respect.

1 friend, 15 years.

Because I was the one carrying my own losses, yet comforting you through yours.

1 friend, 15 years.

Because I never looked for anyone else, while you kept searching elsewhere.

1 friend, 15 years.

Because it was always me holding us together.

1 friend, 15 years.

Because there won’t be a 16.

1 friend, 15 years.

Because if you asked me to do it all over again, would I?

No.