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There was once a friendship I knew—sweet, innocent, and pure. A friend who would spoil me by sharing even the little he had. He was a brother, a confidant, and my protector.

We grew up, life led us down different paths, and though we tried to stay connected, somewhere along the way, we lost touch.

There is a friendship I deeply miss, a friend I still long for. I remember how he would give so freely, even when he had so little.

I wish I could be that same, clingy, little sister-friend who would let him break through my walls again. I wish I could…