Dear Friends,
Do you miss me like I miss you? Really, though. I know we don’t talk as much anymore, and when we do, it’s kind of awkward, but tell me the truth. Do you really, really miss me?
College is so much fun, and we’re all in sororities and clubs and groups and we’ve made new friendships and new memories without each other. I want you to know that I still think of you from time to time. I still remember those Friday night football games and Sunday morning brunches. I still remember seeing you guys after first period in the cafeteria and joke about how it had been soooooo long since we last saw each other, when in reality, the last time was the day before. And now...we go months without meeting up. We sometimes don’t even speak for weeks on end. I still remember those snow days staying inside eating hot pockets and sometimes wish you all were still here because while the friends I have now are great, you all know me in a different light. With you, I didn’t have to start over. I didn’t have to be someone else to strangers. I was myself and you accepted me for me.
Remember when we said we would text every day? That we would send each other care packages in the mail? And FaceTime once a week? At first, we were loyal to each other, telling one another about the weirdos in our classes or hot history teachers. But now, getting a single text from you is hard.
Don’t get me wrong, I am at fault too. I know how easy it is to get distracted with life. I know the excitement that comes with new friends that you slowly forget about the old ones. These things happen. People drift apart. Friendships sometimes don’t have to end because of fights or violence. Sometimes people just stop talking. But I don’t want that for us. I’m not saying we should.
Please remember that I love you all. You guys were the first people I encountered in my life. You were the ones who made me realize the importance of friendship. You have molded and shaped me into who I am. Sounds cheesy, but I am who I am because of you. My ethics, morals and beliefs are representative of who you are.
When we visit now, there is something different, if you haven’t noticed. I don’t know exactly what it is. You’re a little more outspoken, a little more mature, a little more adult. You are growing up, all of you. And it hurts.
I truly hope you are as happy as you seem. I only want the very best for you and your future life, whether I am in it or not.
At any rate, I know we’re growing up, but I still feel like the high school kids we used to be and I still love you all so very much.
Love,
Your High School Friend
