Hey pal, it's me, your old best friend. Senior year started and we were unstoppable! We were the best of friends, the ones people look at and mutter "goals" and wish they had what we had. We hung out almost every weekend, and on all the days we didn't have school. We went to numerous concerts together, and even vacations! We had so many memories and inside jokes, people would roll our eyes at us when they heard us laugh because they knew they'd never understand the joke. We called each others' parents mom and dad and walked in each others' houses like they were our own. We shared everything that went on during our days to each other.
What went wrong?
You changed too soon, too fast, as well as myself. We both changed and we couldn't keep up. I went on to make new friends, which meant less time with you. I changed my priorities, from hanging out with you and keeping our friendship strong, to work and school. You changed yourself, your style, and your attitude. We both started to lose interest in each other. Our texts to each other started to fade, fewer and fewer sent each day. We both played the waiting game, waiting for each other to reach out, neither of us ending up doing so. We threw blame at each other non stop, when in reality, friendship is a two way street. The blame is on the both of us. We are not the same people we used to know in the seventh grade.
I do miss you. I miss our inside jokes, I miss our constant ideas for vacations. I miss our daily Snapchats on vacation, day one, day two, all the way up to day eight. I miss our late night talks and drives. I miss our Starbucks runs. I miss our ugly pictures and conversations about nothing. I miss making jokes about your height and how basic you are (which is still true to this day). I miss sharing our music to each other and gossiping about everyone we knew. I miss how we planned on traveling together. I miss going out with our families together. I miss how you always took my sarcasm with a grain of salt, never getting offended. I do miss you.
We both have moved on, we met new friends, and we have new groups. We both toss jabs here and there. We are both going to different colleges, hours apart, which we never feared back in seventh grade, no distance could stop us. Which in reality, our closest distance destroyed us. I constantly think about what we could've done to change all of this. No matter what, I wish you the best. I hope whoever takes my place treats you better. I hope you make many memories with them. I hope you two get matching shirts on vacation like we did. I hope you keep them close and never lose them. I'll always love you and I'll always be here to help you. Things always work out in the end, and hopefully, they will for us too, unless they already have. Although we didn't reach the seven-year mark of our being friends, it was a wonderful six-year run that I wouldn't want to share with anyone else.
Love, your old best friend.
