Her words constantly echo in my head: “We can't be friends anymore.” What a waste of an incredible friendship. She was my clear sky on a rainy day, but now all my days are filled with violent storms.

The pain I feel is more intense than any amount of poison, drugs, or alcohol. Ever since she left me, I have had this constant nauseating feeling. She was the one always there for me, as I was for her. We used to stay up past midnight talking with each other. We shared many special memories. It brought me so much joy. I wish I knew what was going on in her mind, so I could help her. Maybe then we would still be friends.

It's hard to carry on without her, but the best thing I can do is take it one day at a time. I will always love her, but now she has found someone to clear up her storms. I wish it were me. Maybe one day I can have clear skies again.