Memories of a Lost Friendship

As the night creeps in, my mind starts replaying the memories of those times when everything was good. When we all shared a beautiful bond called friendship. As I didn't have any experience of friendship breakups before so I was quite certain that we all will stick together till the very end but I was naive to think that. Everyone says that it's okay to lose people, I get that but what about those precious moments we all once shared? The way I used to tease this friend when the person they didn't like walked by and I would refer to that person as their bestie. The way we used to doodle on each other's notebook because the lecture seemed too boring. They might have forgotten all of this but I remember everything and that's a curse as well as a blessing.

My heart is a graveyard of those memories. We no longer speak to each other but I don't regret even a single moment spent with them. There was a day when we sat together in class for the last time without even knowing. If I had known that, I would have stayed a bit longer. I would have thanked them for all the times they were kind to me and blessed me with their presence. I have no hate for them despite everything that happened. I wish them well and my heart still aches to see them in pain. To look at their face and wonder how have they changed since we last spoke to each other. Do they still have a bad eating and sleeping routine? Is their heart well? Have they made any new friends? Is everything okay at their home? 

During our brief eye contacts, they might presume that I despise them for what they did but I do not. My heart refuses to hate those it once loved. There will come a day when we'll graduate and might never see each other again. But I'll cherish those memories forever and maybe shed a tear or two while reminiscing a time I wish I could relive.