To my best friend that I left in high school,
The day I graduated was the day I had to leave you for the next year. I left behind the memories we had and hanging out everyday jamming to music. I miss the times that I had with you and the days of walking the halls together to class. We spent countless nights together talking about the next year and what it would bring, or where I would go to college, wondering how you would have to spend your senior year without me, and how to survive without each other being down the road. I'll always look back on my senior year and think of the nights we drove with no destination, or listened to songs that turned into our life stories. I hope you look back on your senior year and remember the days that meant nothing when they were happening. Take pictures of everything and make memories, even if I'm not there to make them with you. My favorite memories from senior year are with you and the nights we didn't plan. We spent way too much money on food and movie tickets, but those were the nights that turned into life lessons. We went through the hard parts of life together; the breakups, the new loves, the dates, the dances, and the life decisions of our future. Don't count the days until you can leave because you will beg for them back halfway through the first semester in college. Remember to cherish every moment of pep rallies and cheer as loud as you can. Take the homework and quizzes for granted because you get two tests, maybe, in a college class. I miss the talks in my car and dreading to walk into school everyday. I miss the concerts and screaming at the top of our lungs to every song we knew. I miss the days that you were in. The advice I give you now isn't sitting in your room listening to old music; it's over the phone or in a text. The day you walk across that stage to graduate is the day that the days you never knew could be memories, become lifetime stories. That's the day it's my turn to cry and cheer you on as you begin the next journey of your life. The days we cherished in high school are the days we will tell our kids about. The days that I got you out of class, the nights that we broke curfew, and the days we took off to take photoshoots of our hometown and the moments of laughter together. The inside jokes will always be there, even if I'm not there to finish them. The only advice I can give you now is to never be afraid to be yourself; don't make plans because those are nights turn into the best memories, and never forget that I'm only 71 miles and a call away. I love you and the memories I had with you, always.
Love,
CG, Scrimp, Brooke
