We used to do everything together. Shopping, sleepovers, movies, concerts, lunch dates, dinner dates and everything in between.
You were my best friend, my safe place, the sister I never had.
You knew all of my secrets and my funky quirks. You were there to witness my most embarrassing moments and to cheer me on from the sidelines at my best.
We were inseparable.
Then somewhere down the line, we lost touch...or rather, you did. With reality.
You started being less and less available and whenever you were around, you were itching to be anywhere else...literally.
Your eyes had lost their shine and your smile lost its sincerity.
Our inside jokes no longer seemed funny, and you were becoming more and more like a stranger to me.
You became a shell of the person you once were.
But I don't blame you.
I don't blame you for ignoring my texts or forwarding all of my calls to voicemail.
I don't blame you for skipping out on birthdays or prom pictures or even my graduation.
I don't blame you for having a whole new life and not inviting me to be a part of it.
I don't fault you for any of it.
At first, I was angry, but now I'm just sad for you.
I'm sad that you can't see that you have a problem.
I'm sad that you are choosing your addiction over your friends and your family.
I'm sad that I can stand in front of you crying and you can look me blankly in the face and pretend that nothing is wrong.
I am so sad for you.
But I'm still here.
I still love you.
I want to help you...we all do.
I know you are scared of what will happen, but I will stand by your side every step of the way and we can hold pinkies just like we used to.
Please, just come back to us.
I know my best friend is still in there, I'm just waiting to hear her voice on the other end of the line instead of the dial tone.