I miss you.

We met so long ago. I can't even remeber the first thing I said to you.

We were so different then. I was shy and had no filter whatsoever. You were a leader. You always had an opinion and made sure everyone in the room knew. You were athletic, and I was definitely not. But I could sing and you wished you could.

You were always my partner. In life and at school. We always did the dumbest things. I remember using your dad's shaving cream to give each other beards and eating a whole box of chocolates on New Years because we had no one else to hang out with. I remember every single home game we went to and every ugly outfit we wore to fit the theme.

Your basement made my life easier. I miss those nights where we would just sit on your bed and talk about the boys we liked. I remember telling you about Jared freshman year and how one day I wanted to marry him.

I remember every piece of clothing you stole from me and how I secretly didn't mind you taking them. All the old rap songs we danced to and every time you curled my hair for me. I remember you making me watch every single episode of "Teen Wolf" just so you could tell me which character was the hottest. My life with you was insane, and I loved it.

We argued, but what kind of friends don't? I cried and refused to text you sometimes. But no matter what, we always came back to each other.

We've been through it all together. I was there when you moved to Georgia, and when you came back I hoped and prayed you'd stay forever. You didn't. You left me again and I had to try my hardest to not be mad at you.

I had always admired your attitude. I longed to be as sassy as you one day. Full of charisma and so brave.

I missed you more than ever. I even took a detour to a nut store on the way home from vacation. Surrounded by nuts as I hugged my best friend for the first time in two whole years.

It was worth it.

I remember holding your hand at your mother's funeral. I remember the pain you held behind your smile and how I could sense that you wanted to fall apart. I can't seem to shake how your foster family at that time wouldn't even let you give me a proper goodbye, how they loaded you up in their truck and left me alone at the cemetery.

My life without you is bland. I don't have anyone to make fun of my Uggs when you aren't here. No one to talk about our old Spanish teacher with. I don't have anyone to call me "Frenchy" and drink Yoohoo with me at 2 a.m.

You're in Georgia. You got adopted by people I've never met, but I already love them so deeply. I want to meet them, I want to practically smother them with hugs, to thank them from the bottom of my heart for loving you and taking care of you when I couldn't.

I remember the first day I saw you. The second floor of Dennis Middle School. You were the first person who smiled at me.

I knew we'd be friends.

I didn't know you'd one day be my sister. I love you.