I caught myself thinking about you today, its been over a year and a half since I last talked to you, and probably a year since I last thought about you. Its hard to believe we used to talk almost all day once upon a time. Its hard to believe that you used to skip school to talk to me longer, that I used to give up sleep to spend more time listening your voice. Its hard to believe that you told me things you never told anyone else, its hard to believe that I did too. It was painfully obvious that I liked you, it was obvious that you liked me too (which I found hard to believe btw, you had so many, much prettier girls after you)You were one of the better memories of that year, I must say. Going to India and being uncontactable for a month really did in our friendship, didn't it? I wish it hadn't happened. I wish we hadn't become strangers. Wouldn't it have been perfect if we didn't let our prides get in the way? Dare I say, I would've met you when I was in your home town in Canada, you would've probably come to see me too. But now we've lost all contact, its too late. I suppose I won't forget you, though I admit, i'd really like to. Its torturous to remember.