J.G.B

I miss you. The first time
I saw you, you were just
another friend to me.

As the years went by I got
to know you more. I met your
brother, and now you have another.

When you left it was a blur.
One moment you were there,
the next you were gone.

I thought it was going to be one
of those friendships, where we grow
apart because of the distance.

Never did I come to think that
three years have gone by and it
seams like you only left yesterday.

It made me happy to tell you that
you were like a brother to me when
you said I was like a sister to you.

Who is J.G.B?
My best friend forever.
Jose Guadalupe Briseno.