People will always tell you that it gets easier when a loved one passes away, but it’s always a lie. It never gets easier, but it does get more bearable. When I lost my best friend, it was the most tragic thing that’s ever happened to me. It was only six or seven months ago and when someone talks about her with me, I’ll still end up crying. I still find myself thinking about her at night when I close my eyes, and at random times throughout the day. I still wish that I could hug her and kiss her forehead just one last time; tell her I love her more than anything. She was the best friend that I’ve ever had, and I don’t believe that I’ll find anyone else like her. She had a pure soul with only the best intentions. I miss her more than anything and I’ve learned to cope with it, but don’t ever let anyone tell you it will get easier, because it doesn’t.