I'm not going to lie. I miss you. I miss you a lot. I miss being able to text you and talk about anything. If I had to do over our relationship, maybe things would be different.

Thank you for being the person who was always there for me. You were the person I called when everything was falling apart. You were there through breakups and makeups and breakups again. You knew every single gory detail, the good and the bad, and you loved me anyway. You supported me like no one else.

Honestly, I miss being able to walk into a room and for us to have a conversation with just one look. I miss us being on the same page. There are so many times when something happens and you're the first person I want to talk to about it.

It's like accidentally grabbing a curling iron. It's completely unexpected and shocking, and the pain lasts longer than the split second that your hand touches the barrel.

Breaking up with a friend is so much harder than breaking up with a boy. The worst kind of breakup is when things just fizzle out and fall apart. I wonder now if things could have been different if I would have been more open, more willing to talk about the things that were truly going on in my life.

I believe in soul mates. Not just romantic ones, but the type of friends that you just connect with. It's like the friendship is just meant to be. That's how I felt about us.

We have so much history. We've shared so many times together, and it kills me that those memories bring me sadness instead of joy. I wish I could update you about my life - about everything - but I think it's a little too late. I just hope you're doing okay.

You were my Meredith Grey and Christina person. That's just it. We were inseparable. We knew everything about each other. We had so many inside jokes because, let's be honest, I'm kind of hilarious. Sorry (not sorry). It's so depressing to think of those little jokes, those little memories, that have died out.

We don't talk crap about the same people anymore, which sounds bad, but we're both awful gossips. We don't have late night conversations or lunch dates. We don't have anything because I'm not in your orbit and you're not in mine.

It's 3:00 AM, and I have class in the morning. But here's to hoping that our paths will cross again someday when the time is right. Because you don't forget about soul mates.

It's not a goodbye. It's a see ya later.