Dear You,
I am a second-semester freshmen in college whose biggest fear came from people like you. I am over that fear now. I realized you are so wrong. Throughout senior year and the summer before college all of my friends and I had this idea, "We are never going to be as close as we are now." My friend group was made up of people I had known my whole life and who knew everything about each other from their favorite ice cream flavor or what they were doing six years ago.
Knowing that in a few short months we would all be going our own way we tried to make the best of the time that we had because, according to you, after high school we will not be relevant to each others lives anymore. The summer after senior year is the best summer we have ever had together. My high school friends and I were the definition of young, wild, and free. That was until our parents caught us sneaking out or coming in past curfew.
Everything I did was with a friend by my side, always looking for a good time. I thought this summer was going to be the last time I could live "young, wild, and free" with this group of people because of you. Also, because of you, I never wanted this summer to end. Making friends in ten days when I had known my high school friends for over ten years seemed impossible.
It wasn't until I went to college, made new friends and came home for Christmas break that I realized just how wrong you were. I actually remember the moment exactly. Driving around my hometown, jamming to our favorite throwback songs and talking with my best friends. We turned down the music and started discussing how we weren't supposed to be friends still, our friendship was supposed to have end months ago when we moved to college. Maybe my friends and I just beat the odds, or maybe you're just wrong.
What do you do when you go home from college on break and have no friends. The summers must be long. What do you do when you are at college and you need someone to talk to? Don't get me wrong, I love my college friends too, but sometimes they just won't understand. Your family will judge you for being up at 3 a.m., and you need a friend to call who understands you more than you understand yourself. I think it's times like these that I am more thankful for my high school friends than I ever have been before. It's friends like these that will last a life time.
I feel sorry for you, I wish your friendships could have lasted as mine will. Maybe you never found your crowd in high school, or maybe you did. Maybe it was silly of you to let them go at the flip of a tassel. Graduation for us wasn't the destination. It was a pit stop and I cannot wait to see where the rest of our journey takes us. Until then, I'll just keep smiling with them, miles apart but together at heart.
Yours Truly,
