Childhood Friend

That one person I used to be close with. We were young, we had fun, we were just dumb. But then he had to go, he left. I was lost without him. I couldn't deal with missing a friend. I missed as he would call it our "blond moments." He understood me and how my life worked. He was my childhood friend. He became more of a brother than just any ordinary friend. But then I had to move on, had no choice. He was gone. I do miss him, and our moments. And yet I know he misses them too.