It's almost been one year
I haven't spoken or writen to her for over two months now, but she's been on my mind all day long. I haven't thought about her in a long time. More than antying, I miss talking to her. I could tell her anything and she'd listen. Really listen. She always had time for me and my shit, no matter how insignificant it was. She'd never judge and gave me advice that had insight. I wish that I listened to her more often. I miss her intelligence and her drive. She was my best friend.

I was once told that a broken heart is like a broken bone. It hurts like hell at first when it break. Once you get it in the cast, it's uncomfortable and still hurts. When you take off the cast, when the doctors say that it's healed, you feel aches and pains when the seasons change. My bones ache this evening.