When I was 7 years old I moved into a new development with a lot of open houses. The home beside mine was empty until you moved in. I was really unsure of what to think of new neighbors until I actually met you. And I thought to myself, I could get used to this. Someone to hang out and play with.
As soon as I'd get home from school the first thing I'd do was run to your house to see if you were home yet. We grew together, you were my best friend, and like a sister I never had. When I turned 9 my parents divorced. A for sale sign went up in the front yard of my house. We tried everything to get rid of that sign (burying it). But it didn't work. The house sold. I moved about 8 miles away. We stayed in touch although we never went to the same school we always remained in touch. We still had sleepovers and went to the movies. Our friendship only grew stronger. There never was anything we couldn't be honest with each other about. We never missed a birthday party for each other. Always planning our future and dreaming of what it might be like. We watched each other get licenses and learn to drive.
.When I was 16 and you were 15 we went to the beach with my family and we drove the golf cart all around the campground by ourselves. I had just gotten my license a week prior before, we felt so adult-like and so independent.
At 17 I met my now husband. Things between us were off. It felt as If we were just growing apart. We were two very different people. We fought more than we got along. We couldn't agree on anything, especially when it came to the opinions of each other. We acted childishly and never could come to an agreement.
At 18 I was engaged and I asked you to be my maid of honor. You agreed and bought the dress. But I shared my concern that I felt you were not there as a maid of honor. You were distant, and I felt like you didn't want to be there. I didn't feel that you were involved. So I mentioned it and again our opinions clashed. I wanted you there on my wedding day but you said you couldn't after all that was said.
I miss seeing you around and I understand that we are two very different people. We used to do everything together. My family practically considered you a member. Along with a lot of fun, we had we also had our fights and our tears. But you have always been my best friend and I miss you. Even after all that was said I still cared about you. Fourteen years later and I'm still here and I still care even after all the hurtful things that were said. Because that's what true family does.
