Dear Best Friend,
Oh how the years have aged us. We’ve done so much together from sleepovers to helping each other with heartbreaks. It feels as if we’ve faced it all together. With me going through my “Hunger Games stage” and you with your love of volleyball, One Direction, and boys it was really fun in the moment.
I remember when you dried my tears that were shed over a dumb senior boy, and a week later when I did the same for you.
I remember when you tried to teach me how to flirt and I taught you how to use makeup.
I remember all of us going to the midnight premiere of Hunger Games because my crazy self made you go.
I remember in eighth grade when you told me I was beautiful and needed to stop hating myself.
I remember you crying when I became MIC champion in shotput and discus for 2013.
I remember freshman year when we exchanged some not so nice words because a boy got between the two of us.
I remember sophomore year when you started being friends with me again.
I remember how you told me I was going to get asked to SADD, but you ended up being wrong and made me cry.
I remember you coming over that night with Ben and Jerry’s to cheer me up.
I remember junior year how we became best friends and then enemies in the same breath it seems.
I remember when when we spent every waking moment together.
I remember how determined you were on getting me a boyfriend and how you’re still looking. All these memories we shared together.
All these precious memories that will soon just be nothing but distant thoughts of an aging Malley. It’s scares the hell out of me because I do love you so much. You shaped me, molded me into the woman who sits here typing this message out today. I couldn’t be more thankful for that. All I have left to say is thank you for being you, always being there for me, and telling me when my hair looked bad. You made these years growing up worthwhile and I wanted to write to you on how you changed my life.
Love You Always and Forever,
Malley