Dear Rebecca,
It still surprises me that two people can go from being best friends to hating one another to acquaintances and then back to being best friends again. You were my rock in high school, and I don't know what I would do without you. You were one of my first friends at Union Catholic and one of the few that stuck by my side when I really needed you. I still remember exactly how we met. If it wasn't for that fateful day in homeroom and our number amount of classes we had together, who knows if we would have become friends.
I was way too excited for school, and you were clearly not having it, but you endured my obnoxious peppiness, and we then spent every homeroom taking pictures together on my laptop. Of course we decided to take cute "selfies" during our awkward looking phases—me with my bangs and you with your braces. Those pictures aren't going anywhere! Anyway, you constantly picked me up when I was let down.
From hearing me rant about college applications our senior year to letting me cry when a boy would hurt me—you were the one I could count on and fear no judgement. I love every aspect of our friendship—especially our super spontaneous trips to either Target, Westfield or some random nail salon we found on Google. I still owe you that pony I promised you when I made you wait at my house for over an hour because I overslept.
Again, I'm really sorry about that. I love you so much, Becks. You're honestly one of my very best friends and without a doubt, I know you'll always be there for me. Just like how I will always be there for you.
Love,
Kyra
