Dear you,

Hey there. I’ve read more articles like this than I can count, so I figured I’d go ahead and write one too because none of them are quite right for whatever our situation is.

First of all, I hope you know how much I miss you. This is probably kinda weird, but you actually pop up in my dreams a lot. Then I wake up and remember that we still haven’t spoken in a while, and I won’t pretend like it’s not a letdown.

Since we all went away to college, we’ve made new friends and become new people, and that’s okay. I love the people I’ve met at school; my absolute best friend, the girl who is essentially my mirror image, is here. I wouldn’t trade her for anything.

I wouldn’t trade you, either.

My friends here didn’t go to my very first concert with me in elementary school. They didn’t watch me go through the horror of prepubescence (which is probably a good thing), and they didn’t suffer through it with me. They weren’t the people I called from the corded phone hanging in my kitchen when we got our schedules in the mail in middle school to find out if we had the same teachers. Like I said, I love them more than anything, and I would never change a single thing about them. Still, though, growing up with someone is just different somehow.

I know we got in a little argument that I thought would blow over in a day or two. When it didn’t, I was sure it would by the time we left for school and then it still didn’t, so I decided to give you your space. When we all had to come home to support friends of ours in their time of need, I got to spend a little bit of time with you, and for about two hours, everything seemed normal again. I think that made it even worse, because then I couldn’t really let myself just not think about you.

I hope you don’t mind that I wrote this article. For some reason, you’ve just been on my mind a lot lately, and I needed to get those thoughts onto paper (so to speak). I hope you know that no matter what, I still love you just like the sister you've always been to me. I’m not really ashamed to admit that, sometimes, when I get a Snapchat from someone whose contact name looks similar to yours in my phone, I get excited for a second, thinking it’s you. I hope you know that, even if you never want to walk through it, I’m never going to close that door on you, because I never want to truly be able to call you my “ex” best friend.

Love,

Your (not) ex-best friend