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A Letter to a Friend To that Special someone, I caught myself thinking about you, and I keep on thinking on what we told each other. How you wish to just be friends because friendship is never lost, unlike relationships. But I see now that we have no common friendship, because friendship is known as communication and taking time for each other. See the funny thing is that I take time looking at your profile, watching over you, asking about you with my friends that you talk to. But I don't know if you been thinking about me. So I am not sure if you want to consider us as common friends anymore. But I think we are still friends. Friends that are lost and can't find the way to each other. Friends that are on a temporary break, a time out if you will. It is a valuable thing, how much we meant to each other, and how we spent our precious time bickering over each other's opinions. But when ever we saw each other love fell over our eyes and we soon buried ourselves in each other's arms. The day when the rain was falling gently, as you met me outside of your house. Holding each other tight so we wouldn't lose any warmth and protection. Not wanting that moment to end, that picture perfect moment, that passionate moment, that romantic moment. Only gently raindrops describe the way our love was. Delicate, ready to break from the clouds, but soon met at again. I keep dreaming about the moment where we would be talking reminiscing, enjoying our lost friendship. How we played tag and talked about happy times. I see there was a reason for us to keep talking to each other, even though the fights. It was to teach me things like, how to be sweet. How not to be a dork and ask for a kiss. How to protect someone in the rain or from scary moments. How to make a person's day by giving them not the world, but little things that can move the world with a simply rustle or quake. How to comfort them when the lost a special gift. It's not a bad thing that I start rivers when I read or think about these times. It isn't a bad thing that you lost the love we shared. It Is not a bad thing if you don't feel the same love with the man you are with now. But for the hopes and dreams that I hold, It is a bad thing if you regret our friendship, our love, our sacrifices to see each other, to hold each other, to dream of one another. For that I leave it at a simple creek in the peace of the night. Waiting for you, that rock, to send the same ripples through the soul's ocean. ---Forever in you your ... friend ... (Is it good? and I'm not sure if I should give her this...) ~2001