Remembrance of an old friendship

Remember when we were little and we would play in a box of sand, or when we got papercut's on our hands; I do.
Remember when we were around six, and we'd ride your bike over rocks and sticks, and down the end of my grandparents driveway; I do.
Remember when I taught you how to ski, and after you offered to buy me a drink, when I could get it for free; I do.
Remember when we were such good friends, we promised never to stop, until the very end; I do.
What happened to that great friendship that was supposed to last until the end? I know.
A little thing called a crush, broke up our good friendship, back in second grade. Do you remember it? I know I do.
Our friendship ended when you found out, the very secret I didnt want out.
After our friendship ended, we acted not ourselves toward the other. We were just aquaintences that dont have the bond like friends do. Do you miss it? I do.
I miss all of the good memories and the times we shared together. How about you?
Do you miss the good times, like I do? Do you miss the memories of me and you, like I do?
Do you? I know I do.