Before I fell asleep, I used to think of Daniel. I couldn't forget his enjoyable smile and sincere eyes. He always knew what to say, supported me and was a huge part of my childhood. I appreciated each moment with him, laughing to tears and crying on his shoulder. Nothing I had ever done could replace an ordinary day with my best friend. We didn't have any arguments, because he was the kind of person you would never fall out with. I adored his stories. He was a little dreamy guy with excellent skills of making up and telling his own fairytales. Our friendship needed to last forever, but something went wrong.

   One day he came to me and said that his father had been offered a job in a big city. The whole family, undoubtedly, decided to move there. When Daniel said it and gave me a hug, I didn't believe him. I didn't want our friendship to come to the end. That night I was shedding as much tears as I could. It looked like a little girl had suddenly broken down. I realized it only on the day he was moving.

   That morning I called Daniel to ask whether he was still at home or not. As soon I heard the sad "yes", I got up, put on some clothes and came to him. I was running fast to see him and hear the promise to return. His family decided to move some hours earlier than it had been planned. I breathed deeply to stop the tears, but accepting the ongoing present was much more difficult.

   "Let it be", I whispered to myself. I felt like finding something in those words that could calm me down, but it all didn't make any sense.

   I heard Daniel called my name. He noticed me coming and was glad to see me.

   His parents claimed that they didn't have time to stay any longer. But we thought that the world had already stopped. I was trying to smile as much as I could in order not to cry, but I had to let my buddy go. I was trying to pull myself together, while he was repeating he didn't have time.

   To show how much he appreciated and loved me as a friend, he whispered.

  "I will never forget you. I will write and call you every day. I won't let you miss me. But if you do, you always know how to find me, right?"
 
   "Right", I repeated.

   Nothing could replace that moment. Nothing could replace him. Nothing was possible to stop me crying. Just nothing.

   His fingers knocked off some tears on my cheeks. I said to myself I would never forget what he had promised. Daniel's words gave me some faith that it wasn't the end of our friendship, it wasn't the saddest end of everything.

   It was so naive to believe in it and trust him. We were just children who were afraid of the ongoing changes in our lives. Then I understood how much we both had been wrong.

   The first months after his removal he wrote a lot. Almost each week I got letters from him. He was telling me about his feelings, news, facts and the new school. Each letter was ended with the same words.

   "I miss you."

   But I didn't cry anymore. It didn't mean I had no feelings, no. But each day started with rereading of all the previous letters. His little presents were like Christmas Eve every week. I compared it with my own holidays, but one day I realized everything had stopped. Actually, I didn't know what had stopped first. His letters, his questions about my life or something else. I didn't write him letters anymore either. Naturally, our friendship came to its end. The story got its last dot. Forever.
 
   As I got used to believe.