I haven’t talked to him in 8 and a half months now. I have a picture that says “I fight the urge to call you or text you every day of my life telling myself if you wanted to talk to me you would.” We pretty much grew up together, we met in third grade and were inseparable from that moment on. I left in 8th grade, and that’s when the communication kinda stopped. However I was a stubborn 15 year old and didn’t want to except reality. Until 8 and a half months ago we started small talking again. Then he got mad at me for no reason, so we had a BIG fight and we haven’t spoken to one another since. Even though I don’t know the reason he got mad at me, I still love him and miss him a lot. I have so many great memories of us, we did everything together. He was the big brother I never had, and I was his little sister. We loved each other like family, but it hurts my heart that we will probably won’t make any more memories. So many people have been like oh just forget about him, he shouldn’t matter to you anymore, but six years being best friends with someone takes a while to get over. As the saying goes The pain doesn’t get better it just gets more bearable, I never imagined it would hurt so much. Sorry, I just had to get that off my chest.