A letter to my late freind

A Letter to My Late Friend

Dear friend,

It’s taken me a long time to write this. Maybe because deep down, a part of me still struggles to accept that you’re really gone. I still catch myself reaching for my phone to text you when something funny happens, or when I hear a song we both loved. And for a second, everything feels normal—until the weight of reality hits again.

You were more than a friend. You were a part of me. Someone I could be my truest self with, someone who understood the parts of me I never had to explain. Our memories are still so fresh—like echoes that never fade. I remember our late-night talks, the silly inside jokes no one else understood, the moments of silence that were never awkward, just comfortable. You made the world a little less heavy, a little more beautiful.

I wish I could’ve told you more often how much you meant to me. I thought we had time. I thought we had a thousand more moments, more laughs, more random calls just to say nothing at all. But time has a cruel way of moving on, even when our hearts stay stuck in the moment we lost someone.

There’s so much I want to say. So many "thank yous" I didn’t get to say. Thank you for being my anchor during storms I couldn’t handle alone. Thank you for believing in me when I doubted everything about myself. You always saw the light in me, even when I was surrounded by darkness. You never let me feel small, even on the days I felt invisible.

I also want to say I’m sorry. Sorry if there were days I wasn’t there the way you were always there for me. Sorry if I missed signs, missed calls, or took your presence for granted. Grief has a strange way of turning memories into questions, and I find myself replaying everything, wishing I had just one more chance to do it right.

Sometimes, I wonder where you are now. I hope wherever your soul has found rest, it’s filled with the peace and love you brought into so many lives. I hope you know how deeply you’re missed, how often your name still comes up in conversations, always with a smile… and sometimes with tears.

Life feels different without you. There’s an empty seat at the table, a silence in the room where your laughter used to live. But I carry you with me. In my thoughts, in the way I speak, in the way I show up for others. Your friendship changed me. It taught me how to love louder, forgive faster, and never take anyone for granted.

I promise to keep your memory alive, not just through tears but through action. I’ll tell people about the kind of friend you were—the kind who listened without judgment, who loved without condition, and who lived with a heart wide open.

You may not be here physically, but you’ll always be with me. In every sunset, every song, every quiet moment when I feel your spirit close. Death took your body, but it could never touch your soul, or erase what you’ve etched into my heart.

I love you, my dear friend. I always will.

Until we meet again,

Me