There's an old saying

If you love someone, set them free.

If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were.

In 5th grade, you were like family

I loved you like a brother

But you went to a different school

in junior high

I lost you for three years

What a mess those three were

Through a chance of coincidences

You ended up being a transfer to my high school

And now, we text more

We kind of talk

Depends on what you'd call talking

But, you've come back

You came back

You may call me a friend

But I call you something else

I call you a best friend

If you love someone, set them free.

If they come back they're yours; If they don't they never were