I Remember

I remember her holding me when I cried over my boyfriend cheating on me.
I remember her smiling all the time.
I remember her cracking jokes.
I remember her serious side.
I remember her carefree attitude.
I remember her happiness.
But what I remember most is holding her hand trying to warm her body up, just hoping she would open her eyes. If I let go for only a minute it would return to that unnatural coldness. It hurts to remember seeing her in that casket. Remembering the way I screamed and cried. The way I still cry myself to sleep some times. She was the one thing I never expected to lose. The one thing I thought I would never have to live without. She was my best friend.