Memories of playing basketball

This letter goes out to my best friend with whom I have shared countless memories of playing basketball.But sadly today now he is a distant memory.I still remember so well the days when I used to suggest him the best wide basketball shoes.Because he couldn't work with the normal ones.But that is a sadder story.

Did you shiver a little in doubt upon hearing me address you as "best friend"? Did goosebumps run through your spine when remembering the moments? Did the word walk you down the memory lane? Well, mine did. I won't ask you how you're doing, because I know the answer. We spend our days right in front of each other, don't we? But sometimes, being in front of each other doesn't feel so close, eh? Remember when we weren't in the same school? When we couldn't spend time together for so long? When we had to wait for months to be able to talk to each other? Oh how close we were! We used to talk for as long as we could. Be it 3 am or 3 pm. And look at us now. We don't talk anymore like we used to do even when we're in the same place. You were so close to my heart, and I was to yours.Well, you still are close to mine. But I can’t say the same for me. I'm sorry for what happened to us. I'm sorry that I'm not even quite sure about what exactly happened, why we fell apart. I know distance doesn't matter, but you feel so far away. Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend. I'm sorry we couldn't stay the way we promised we'd be forever. I'm sorry I call someone else my best friend now. But so do you, don't you? I still smile at those utterly silly, stupid things that you used to say and do, when they pop up in my head from out of the blues. I still feel like making a video of you running like a chicken and blackmailing you about uploading it. And of course, those "very beautiful" pictures of yours that possess the power of keeping you single for this lifetime. But you know, with every success you make, all the glory that you achieve, all the magic you do with the ball on your feet, you make me so proud, best friend. So proud! I still don't get why we failed. I've always wished to be by your side.

I've tried my best to solve your problems with your main. You were there for me too. Yet, there was always a "but" at the end of the day.I see you around, see you getting close to people you got to know yesterday. Just know that I'm happy with whatever keeps you happy. There was a time when you couldn't wait to tell me about your day. Funny how you denied acknowledging that the other day. Do you really not remember any of our things or do you just pretend that you don't? Time and again, you've made me assume the first part of the question to be true. You think I don't miss you anymore. Little do you know, I'm still haunted by the memories. I feel like screaming to your head to stand beside me and chill, and not let you go to your "new squad". Then again, what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up, and you're okay? Nonetheless, I thought that a pair of good ankle support basketball shoes would just very well do the job.But I was so wrong that I feel bad for myself.