Yes, I know that I'm alone but it does not still ease the pain.

I met my best friend when we were both sixteen. We were both outcasts and didn't talk much to anyone. We met by accident and not met again for another 7 years. We met a second time at a mall and we both were like "What's up". It was like we still knew each other. We went our separate ways again and didn't speak anymore for a year. We met again 7 years later. Not still we talked. Our lives were met, we went to the same college, we met the same people, loved the same things but we were never destined to be. I loved her but never said anything and I know she loved me but loved me like a brother. She met her husband and had her kids. I was happy for her still she looked amazing. She is the reason why I'm the way I am. She made me feel like if I'm worth something. I'm forever thankful to her. She is the one who I can met by chance and we still can act like we know each other. I can easily tell her anything without second thoughts. She loved and she forever will be the one I loved. She lived another path. She is someone I can't have. It's hard to be alone and I'm happy she has a husband and kids. I forever will love her but she is out of reach.