Maybe someday...

We used to do sleepovers, we used to be good friends. Heck, we were close and we shared secrets. We told each other our dreams and hopes, and deep inside, we hoped and believed our dreams would come true. Some moments were so precious that we silently prayed that we would still be friends till we were old; regardless of where the future would take us. The future seemed so distant in front - unknown, scary, but exciting. 

We picked up our phones and dialed each other's numbers as memorized. We spoke on the phone without boundaries and did not hang up the phone even with gaps of silence. We laughed and got bored of each other, but we knew we were there for each other. 

Some memories were bad - these bad memories taught me some lessons, and had sadly proved some theories true. 

Along the way, things happened - life happened. New perspectives, new goals overcome. Over time, we had forgotten what happened, how it happened, but the ceased friendship does leave a sore in the heart. We become strangers.

Maybe someday, somewhere along our journey, we may still cross path and be friends again.