Sarah.

A name I haven't spoken in a very long time.

A name I haven't thought about in too long.

Someone I spent years with, getting to know her and learning to love her.

Sarah.

My best friend.

My closest friend.

My dearest friend.

Sarah.

Sarah.

My Sarah.

Now long gone from thought; lost in my memories.

It's been almost four years.

We don't even call each other anymore.

I can scarcely believe how far we've fallen apart so quickly.

Although more friends have come, none will replace Sarah.

My best friend.

My best friend Sarah.

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a/n: My best friend Sarah moved from my school when I was in fourth grade. A friend that has been corresponding with her recently told me Sarah has scoliosis. I know I should call, write, or e-mail, but it's been almost a year since I last called her, and I have no idea what I'd say.