A friend I miss

I met her,
Dint know who we were,
We were just eleven,
And the years passed by are ten,
I still remember the naughty smile,
I used to see from a mile,
I call it my fate,
Because we are still the same mates,
Kids and damn childish,
With acts that are babyish,
I still love this little baby,
Who is damn crazy,
Cute and naughty,
Sweet and pretty,
In whom resides a faithful friend,
Who can be yours and will always defend,
Who will always be there for you,
With lots of love and support for you,
Hope our fate always meets,
Because I really love you sweets...:-)
-KRITIKA..