Time turned fragile

The run never happened. I had an emotional moment and I had to do something about it. I hope it gave me a shot.

I sent my friend a message. She used to be my best friend, she used to make me laugh until I cried and torture me whenever I fell asleep while we were suppose to study Geography. She gave me comfort when I was heartbroken, and I would comfort her. We would bale on classes together. We encouraged eachother to go out for a run. She did my hair and I did her nails. We would wrestle and fight, and end up laughing.
We were best friends.

I haven't spoken to her in over five months, and I do miss her.

As I said, I'm moving in three weeks. And I'm not begging her to forgive me for hurting her, I'm just asking for a chance for us to make amends. But it's not easy when the person wont pick up the phone. I know there're other ways to make her talk to me, but if she doesn't want to, how could I make her?

It's sad, but it's life. But I still have three more weeks, so I won't give up until then.