Dear Long-Lost Best Friend,
I miss you. You moved away when we were both 15 and I always wonder what life would be like if you never left. You were my partner in crime, the ying to my yang, the Blair to my Serena. I miss you.
When you first moved, we promised each other we'd still text every day. We did for the first maybe five or six months. Then that turned to once a week to once a month and now to once in a blue moon. Sometimes I get excited about something and I want to text you right away, but then I wonder if you'd even care. You were once my soul sister, but now you're a stranger. I want to tell you about whatever guy I'm currently talking to, but then I remember I haven't filled you in on my love life in maybe two years. I also can't remember the last time you texted me about a guy. I wonder if we're still that type of friends. Are we even friends?
I miss being 14 and awkward with you. I miss curling your hair for no reason and trying YouTube makeup tutorials out on you. I miss watching Nicolas Sparks movies in my basement with you. I miss the sleepovers where you'd always wake me up when you "talked in your sleep." I'm still not even completely sure if you were actually sleeping or just messing with me. I miss shopping with you every weekend and blowing all my babysitting cash in one afternoon.
I can even remember playing with our American Girl dolls and Bitty Babies in your bedroom when we were 6. I remember your mom making us tiny little sandwiches we pretended to feed our dolls and then ate ourselves. I miss the days when nothing mattered and we just had fun. You were my best friend, but now I feel like that was a century ago.
When we were little we promised that we'd be each other's maid of honor in our weddings. Now I don't know if I'd even be a bridesmaid. Would I even get a wedding invitation? Will I know your husband before he proposes? Will I ever know your husband? These questions haunt me and I wonder how we grew so far apart. How did the girls who used to be attached at the hip lose each other?
So, Long-Lost Best Friend, I wish you weren't lost anymore. I wish you were in my life and I wish we had never lost the past four years of friendship. I don't blame you any more than I blame myself. We lost touch and that's just how life works out sometimes. I hope you read this and know that I'm only a phone call away and, no matter how far apart we may seem, you'll always be my best friend.
Love,
Your Long-Lost Best Friend
