Memories of a lost friendship

This is my first time posting anything here. Even though I feel uncertain about it, I'm doing what I do best when I'm unsure of how to handle my feelings: writing about them and seeing if others can relate to what I'm going through.

I have lost count of the many times I've thought about the friendship I used to have here before I forgot how to log back into my old account a few months ago. Every time I reflect on it, I wonder if I could have avoided losing contact with the only person I could truly call a friend. I don’t consider everyone I talk to or have talked to as a friend. For that to happen, I must feel comfortable enough with someone to open up. My friend provided me with that sense of security and trust. Beyond just understanding, they took the time to listen to me talk about my anxiety. I cherished the fact that I could share anything with them, from trivial topics like my favorite smoothies and cheese to more personal matters that required me to be vulnerable, such as my long-distance relationship. Our conversations often led to writing paragraphs that would bring smiles to our faces. I miss those little things and appreciate them knowing that I can no longer create new memories with someone I consider a friend.