It's hard having a best friend that lives on the other side of the world. Though to be honest I'm not sure that best friend is what I can really use to describe the relationship we have. I'm pretty sure I miss him a lot more than he misses me and to be honest a part of me always knew that was going to happen. He was going off to America, a new life, a new start and I was going to be left behind. It's weird how many things will just occasionally remind me of him.
I remember the first day we met, my first day at BST. We took the same bus home to Shibuya Station and he asked for my phone number. I was so excited to already be making friends. I remember being so nervous that he wouldn't like me, trying to make myself interesting so that he'd want to be my friend. In any other school I doubt we would've interacted but he really was like my other half. We'd wait for each other in the morning to get the bus together, we'd hang out at break and lunch times, we'd wait for each other after school. There wasn't much time we'd spend apart in the 2 years we were at school together.
I remember in my second year, he used to have his drum lessons after school on a Friday and I used to wait for him, despite my mums protests. I'd busy myself by cleaning out his locker or wasting time on the internet. We didn't seem to hang out that much outside of school but when we did it was never to go and do something, we'd just sit and talk for hours on end. That was how well we got on. He was one of the few people where it was comfortable just to be with him, in silence. No awkward pauses where we'd have to be thinking of something to say. When we weren't together we'd be texting 24/7 half the time probably a load of crap but from when we woke up to when we went to bed we'd be texting each other.
When I found out he was leaving, I felt like I was losing a part of me and to be honest I think I probably did. School felt so lonely, it wasn't that I didn't have friends, but no one could replace him. At first we kept in touch a lot, time difference made it really awkward and over the years he's been away communication has got less and less. It's weird to think that I'm never really going to be able to spend time with him again properly, he's going to Australia for uni, I'm heading off to England, things just aren't going to practical.
My best friend is one of the kindest, funniest, most loveable person I have ever met, he's like a brother to me and I miss him everyday. We skype once every couple of months and when I do see him, we get on like a house on fire, I just wish it could go back to the way it was. I wish things were different. I wish he was here.
