When I look back at almost any memory from my childhood, you are there.

You were there for all the big moments. You were a part of my family. You were my go-to. You were over at my house every weekend. You saw every part of me and loved me anyways.

The first day of Kindergarten, I remember meeting you. You were sitting behind me on the bus. After the bus driver sat us together, our friendship was born.

From the pillow forts, the Saturday morning cartoons, and the 2:00 AM sleep overs, and the pop induced comas, you were it.

You were there for the High School Musical parties we threw where we sung along to all the songs.

You were there when we both hit puberty and went through the awkward moments of middle school. You were there for the stupid boys picking on us and teaching us what real men weren't.

You were there when I got my first kiss and my first heartbreak. You held me together while I fell apart in your arms, and you told me I deserved better.

You were there when we spent countless hours in front of my mirror doing our make up to go to the mall only to walk around and not buy anything.

You were even there to see me through my emo phase of God-awful black eyeliner and band shirts.

Understandably, when we reached high school, we weren't as close. We were into different things. Life happened and we drifted apart.

Now we live an hour and a half apart, and we don't talk very much anymore. We are on different paths and that's okay; it happens to adult as we age.

Just know that I still have nothing but love for you, that I miss you, and that you will always be a part of my life. No matter how far apart we drift, I'll always be there for the most important moments.

After all, you were there for everything.