Hey, it's me.

I'm the person who once had a major role as a key person in your life. I was the one who was your best friend, your main supporter, your shoulder to cry on when the world decided to crash down around you and left you broken, your partner in crime and the one that you once even dared to love when I was seventeen and bright eyed. I was the one who had sleepovers with you almost every night of the week -- even on school nights. Do you remember me now? I certainly remember you and I still haven't forgotten any of the times we spent together. I still miss you and think of you often.

Feature-wise, I surely look different than you remember. Upon a first glance, you probably wouldn't recognize me immediately. My once long blonde hair that you loved was cut off and dyed into a darker shade. My nose is now pierced because I decided that it looks adorable on me. Also, I've lost some weight from the stresses of college and coming into adulthood. God, you would despise all of these changes. I understand if you cannot recognize me anymore, because I'm not all that sure that I could recognize myself that well, either. However, if our eyes were to meet even for a split second, I think you then would begin to remember the strong bond we used to have. What we once shared wasn't nothing, even if some days it feels completely imaginary and as though I dreamed it all in a deep sleep.

Things used to be brilliant between us. You were my safe haven and the person that I knew I could count on for anything. For a long time, I thought you would never let me down. I thought you had my back and that you weren't going anywhere. Unfortunately, I was wrong. You did, in fact, let me down and I was livid over it for a long time. After that incident, I despised you until I realized that you, too, are human.

Life often works in ways that are difficult for us to understand and there are so many varying factors as to why people eventually leave our lives. We lost touch, and our communication was destroyed. Distance became too much. We both grew up and changed. You made different friends. You eventually replaced me. You no longer loved me. The list goes on and on. I can't ever blame you for that. You have your own set path to follow and I have mine. Who knows? Maybe they will eventually cross paths again. Life seems to work in that way.

You probably don't understand why I am even writing this for you, but I do have reasons:

I want to find healing for myself in the midst of being hurt. I find solitude in the fact that I was able to be a part of your life and that we were able to create memories together. Today, I can still look back on and smile at the thought of the memories we made. You gave me both support and comfort when I needed it the most and I will forever be thankful for that.

I also want to make you aware of the fact that I do not hate you -- not even one bit. If you made the decision to walk back into my life even after reading this, I would still give you another chance to be a part of my life. However, If you make the decision to keep things as they are now, I will also understand.

Just know that the door is always open and I will be here no matter how long it has been.