A Lost Friend

I have been trying to get in touch with a lost friend, actually not just a friend, maybe a best friend, or even a brother. We used to play as if we were related not as if we were from two completely different families. We first met at Irish dance classes and because of that similarity we became close, and so did our parents. When  my mom and dad went out of town I would stay at his house and not let that we were different genders bother me. We would make forts and pet hotels for Webkins, oh the good ol' days, we would pillow fight his little brother and always conquer, no matter how hard his brother fought. I miss those days and am glad that I had the chance to gain all those great memories of he and I. What I remember the most though is that he was a fantastic piano player, he could play commercial background music just by hearing it once and once I got good enough we were going to play a piano, violin duet. Unfortunately, his dad got a job in Michigan and the whole family had to vacate and move almost all the way across the country from me, in California, and we never got to play that duet.
I hope that hew hasn't forgotten about me and the great memories we shared, I know I didn't. I know it has been a while, but in my head he remains and will always, as a great childhood friend, I am so lucky to have met him and I hope that if he ever comes back to California he will visit even if just a day. I don't think he remembers or even misses his hometown or old friends but in my heart I hope he does.