Seven years of friendship and I thought we'd still be counting

Tonight is another one of those nights that I wonder whatever did I do wrong. I don't want to believe them when they say that people come and go and we have to accept the fact that they won't be coming back. I mean I know the saying. I've witnessed a lot of scenarios like that. I just don't believe it because it happened to me before, with you. I could not forget when we cut the communication for a long time because of circumstances. But we surpassed that and we started talking again and I thought that you're the best thing that ever happened to me. We've been best friends for almost seven years now and we were always there for each other. You were always there for me. You always made me happy. And during those hard times I had in my life, you never left. You were there to tell me everything's gonna be fine. You'd really make me laugh and forget about my problems. You'd fix me and I'd be okay again. You were the person whom I turn to every time. I'd tell you stuff about my life and you'd tell me about yours, but you'd often ask how I am. I could tell you everything. It's like you're not just my best friend. What we had was definitely more than that. I loved you and I know you loved me too, not in the romantic sense, but we're us. We were different. A different kind of perfect. If there's one thing I was afraid of, it's losing you. And I told you that. I won't forget the moment you told me that we'd never be apart again, and that we'd always find our way to each other despite the busyness and the craziness. I held onto that. A lot of people promise me things and it was the only promise I kept on believing, because I have faith in you. But then I never thought it'd come to this. I never thought that you'd break your promise. January 1, 2013, you said no more disappearing. But hey, you just did. No goodbyes. And I'm trying so hard to figure it out. While I'm at it, I try my very best to get in touch with you as much as possible. But you act like you have amnesia and you didn't know me. You never respond. You should know that this freakin' fucking hurts! You know what the most painful part is? It's knowing and clearly seeing that whatever's happening to us, this distancing effect, is killing me but I never lost faith in you. I'm still fighting 'cause I still believe that it's worth it. That if you're not trying, then one of us still is. You know that I never gave up on you even when I knew that I looked stupid already. I still won't. Unless you tell me to do so. If you really want me out of your life, then I'll go. But to tell you, I strongly do not believe that I'm not worth an explanation. I told you that I could not imagine a life without you. But to make this friendship work, you'd have to feel that too. And if you don't feel the same, I guess it really is goodbye. No matter how painful and fucked up this is, I'll let you go. But I won't ever regret that you've been my best friend. It was really nice to meet you. What we had was great. Seven years and I thought we'd still be counting. Guess I was wrong. You slipped away, and took those years as if it would be easy to bury a 3/4 of a decade away.

PS. I think I have an idea on what's really happening. Well, I wish she's fucking happy now.