An Open Letter to my High School Best Friend
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An Open Letter to my High School Best Friend

​Four years of friendship seemed never ending.

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An Open Letter to my High School Best Friend
Kimberly Haritopoulos

We spent almost every single day with each other, and those were some of the best days of my life. We had at least one class with each other every year, usually it amounted to two or three. We were in all the same activities and grew closer as the years went on. But, we both know where we are now, and maybe we are here for a reason.

I still wish you all the best, just as I did the past four years. Our memories are not scarred by the bad times, rather I cherish them even more now that we grew apart. I've always known that you will go on to do wonderful things because of your beautiful smile and your big heart.

We had endless bonding times over movies, music, and our car rides were the absolute best. Nothing beat our coffee runs, show tunes, Disney music, and late night talks. By the end of our freshman year, everyone knew if they were looking for me, find you, and if someone was looking for you, they should find me.

You were there to support me through all of my tough times, and I hope I was there enough for you. Your family was so good to me and welcomed me as one of there own. I felt so at home being a part of your life, and I felt like I would have a companion for the rest of my life.

We had our ups and downs like every friendship is bound to have, but unfortunately we did not end on an up note. I've said my apologies for the falling out, and I hope we've made our peace with it. I don't want to look back on one of the greatest friendships I've ever had and only be able to remember the sorrow and pain. I want to look back and remember the laughs and the happiness we shared.

There isn't a week that goes by where I don't look back at the pictures we shared either through TimeHop, Instagram, Twitter, or even my own photo gallery. Our smiles speak a thousand words about the memories and moments we shared together. Being your best friend was like having a soul mate that knew more about me than I did about myself.

I see you now with your new friends, and I am happy for you because I have my own I've grown close to, too. But there are those moments when my new best friends speak about those they are still close to from high school, and I can't help but miss having you in my life. I'd like to think it was for a good reason that we grew apart; maybe our time was up. But nothing beats the thought of what if you were still by my side, being my best friend from just a few hours away.

I will never regret the four years I spent being your best friend. I still want all the best for you and your family. I hope your life is filled with a million more laughs and smiles, even if they aren't with me. I will miss being in all of your photos and texting you every day over the most nonsense things. I miss bonding over the extracurriculars we both held quite close to our hearts.

Most of all, I miss spending every moment of high school being thankful you were my best friend. I wish you all the best in the life you are currently living. You will be successful in whatever you do, and I can't thank you enough for the memories we shared.

Sincerely,

Your high school best friend

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