9187 miles

There's this guy who lives 9187 miles away from me. I used to consider him as my close friend. Although we live far from each other somehow we feel close together or at least I did. He was a funny, smart guy 

who could

make me laugh with his stories. He would spend a litle of his time after work to talk to me. I knew he was

exhausted and stuff, but somehow he could manage all of that and acted nothing's goin on.I respected him.

He used to be my close fiend.

Until one day he didn't want to talk to me again. Apparently, he's too tired to do it. His system went down.

He needed to rest. He needed a real friend.He promised me that we would talk again like we used to. I said okay. I'll wait for that day. Just take care of yourself first than we can talk. That much I cared about him because 

He was a dear friend to me.

I waited. He never comeback.Everytime I say hi, he doesn't say anything.He's avoiding me.

I don't have to be a genius to realize that. I thought he was my best friend, a real friend.

I guess I was wrong. I thought you were so much better than this