I don't have a best friend.

Because I haven't found anyone to replace you, and I don't think anyone could.

I forgot about you today.

I was washing the dishes, someone was yelling at me (like always), and then the water was too hot and it burned my hands--but I just let it. I held my hands under the scalding water, watching my skin turn raw and red. I didn't stop until someone came over to shut the water off, and yell at me some more for being an idiot.

And that's when I remembered you, and I realized I hadn't thought about you in too long.

I promised you I'd never forget you, and now look at what I've done?

My hands still sting, but not as much as missing you does.