A Letter To My Middle School Best Friend

A Letter To My Middle School Best Friend

We all have that friend that remains in the back of our mind, no matter how far we grew apart.
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Dear old best friend,

I don’t want to call you an “ex” friend, because we didn’t “break up”, we just faded. Like photos and memories, our friendship started to disappear along with our childhood.

We may have not been best friends for all that long, but you meant the world to me. We used to spend almost all of our free time together, at your house or mine (both felt like home to each of us). The back to back sleepovers and road trips with your family brought our bond even tighter.

One of my favorite memories with you was, looking all over your house to find loose change so we could go get crazy bread from Little Ceaser’s. I mean we were digging in couch cushions, looking under carpets, checking coat pockets, and then it dawned on us...your big brother’s change jar in his room (we decided he wouldn’t miss the money if he didn’t know it was gone). And there we went, two 13-year-olds in jean shorts that were definitely too short, bikini tops still on under our t-shirts (after trying to tan on your trampoline in the summer heat, of course), strutting our stuff to Little Ceaser’s to get that greasy cheesy deliciousness paid in full for with a hunk of change (including an abundance of pennies).

You were my best friend in some of the most pivotal and tough years of my life (middle school isn’t easy for anyone). We went through awkward phases, family changes, and so much more together.

It was hard going through high school seeing you around and not feeling like we could talk, or to fight back that natural urge to just approach you and see how you’re doing. It’s a strange feeling to know so much about a person and feel like they are total stranger to you simultaneously. Still to this day, although many years have passed, sometimes I wish we weren’t strangers, or how different our lives may have turned out if we remained in one another’s.

Regardless of our state of friendship (or lack thereof), I wish you the best. I hope you are happy, healthy, and leading the life that you want to be living. Thank you for being part of my life, because in someway or another you changed it for the better.

Sincerely,

Your old friend

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An Open Letter To The Friend Who Became My Sister

Love is thicker than blood.
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Sis,

There are friends. Then, there are best friends.

According to "Grey’s Anatomy’s" Meredith Grey and Cristina Yang, they're your person. The one who, “if I murdered someone, I’d call you to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor.” You’re so much more to me than any of those titles can express.

As I’ve matured throughout the years, I’ve come to the conclusion that good friends with good hearts serve an incredibly important purpose in our lives, going above and beyond what we give them credit and appreciation for.

The family we choose. You’re one of those.

The day we met, I knew that you were going to play an important role in my life. What I had no idea of was that you would join the cast of my life with a starring role.

First, I need to say thank you. Thank you for always coming to my locker to check in before class during high school. Thank you for letting me control the music on road trips. Thank you for sharing your family with me, and addressing my family as if you were born into it.

Thank you for patiently listening to the physical embodiment of a broken record when I complain about the same boy I’ve loved since senior year. Thank you for tagging along on every doctor’s appointment, grocery run, and trip to the post office, just because you know that I hate doing things alone.

Thank you for not thinking twice before dialing when I text you “please call me.” Thank you for never saying no to a coffee date. Thank you for never giving up on me. Thank you for being my better half.

We don't share the same genetic makeup, but after all the sleepovers, heart-to-heart conversations, shopping until our bank accounts cry, and swapping clothes so often that we don’t know what belongs to whom, how could I not consider you family? We have shared some my fondest memories together, and I wouldn’t want them to feature anyone but you.

You’ve been with me on my best days, and loved me on my worst. You know how to make me laugh when all I want to do is crawl into a hole and die.

Picturing sitting in my car with you in the passenger seat makes me long for summer, where we spend three months together doing all of our favorite things. You’ve seen me naked, done my makeup, and warned me before making a poor decision. Being away from you for extended periods of time makes me feel incomplete.

You are a piece of me that I am not quite whole without. You taught me that blood doesn’t make a family; love does.

You know me better than I know myself, which is both amazing and terrifying. You make me realize I’m enough for this world, and that means more to me than I know how to express in the limited words that make up the English language.

You remind me that I am more than my mistakes, and you keep me grounded when I spiral out of control. You’ve helped me carry my burdens along with your own, even when the universe comes down on you full force, way harder than you deserve.

You’re the one I come to for the truth if I think my new dress makes me look fat, and I know you’ll be honest. I trust you with my whole heart. You know the gory details about every boy I’ve ever crushed on, every professor who was an absolute jerk, and every fight I’ve had with my mom.

I wouldn’t make it in this life without someone who already understands and listens to every thought going through my head and each thing I seriously over think, even when you know, though you don’t say, it won’t matter in a week.

With all these affectionate things being said, don’t forget our fights. The few we’ve had were very real. We still don’t see eye to eye on some events of the past, but I never told my mom about it because there was no need to make her choose a side between me and her “second daughter.

We have learned to move forward, because the love we have for each other overwhelmingly outweighs any disagreement we’ve had, and always will.

Through all the tears and laughs, I don’t think that anything the world has to offer could seriously come between us. You go to a different school than me now, and college has rudely gotten in the way of our routine of spending every waking moment together.

Since we met, we’ve grown separately without growing apart. Neither of us are the same person we used to be all those years ago. Even so, we’ve pushed each other to our limits and you’ve given me the courage to keep going and do things that make me happy.

We lean on each other when it’s been a bad day and all we want to do is to snuggle and indulge in whichever show the other is currently watching unceasingly and unabashedly for comfort (it’s the little things). Having you as my co-pilot on this crazy ride called life has been frustrating, exciting, slightly concerning, absolutely insane, and something I don’t know how I would live without, and I don’t intend to find out.

I’ll conclude this letter with a quote from every basic, white girl’s favorite musical, “I don’t know if I’ve been changed for the better, but because I knew you, I have been changed for good.”

Love you forever,

Your sis

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You Don't Know My Relationship, So It's A Blessing For You That I Didn't Ask

A little note for all of the family members and distant friends who love to give their opinions on things they do not understand.

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It is the beginning of January, meaning we have all pretty much survived another holiday season full of the people you missed and could not wait to see. But, you've also encountered the people you see once a year and feel awkward with the whole time.

As a girl in my second half of my college years, I'm getting lots of opinions from people who barely know me.

Nothing bothers me more than when people want to tell me how to live my life, even though they have not been around to see most of my life. Topics including, but not limited to, my dating life.

I am sure we have all seen the memes and viral tweets about single people being tired of being asked when they are going to get a significant other, and while I cannot relate (but feel for you) let me tell you it is not always more fun when they have a person to ask about.

Believe it or not, I am not looking for your opinions on the boyfriend of mine that you have never met. I do not care to show you his picture so that you can see what he looks like, because he looks the same as he did in the picture I showed you last year. All the information about his major and his family is just the same as well.

So, if you do not care enough to remember the minor details, why do you think I would care to hear your opinions?

I know, I did what you are not supposed to and started dating someone right away in college. I was annoyed as a freshman when you told me not to settle down too quickly, and, over two years later (with the same boyfriend) I am just as annoyed with your new thoughts.

The truth of the matter is, he is a much bigger part of my life than you have ever tried to be, so what you think about our relationship or how long it has gone or will go, does not bother me. I never cared what you thought. What I do care about is the needless desire you have to feel authoritative in a life, my life, you have been little apart of.

You only kind of know me, and you definitely do not know him.

So, why on Earth do you feel inclined to give your advice now? Here is a hint: if I cared what you thought, I would have asked.

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