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Dear Best Friends...

Nobody knows you better than the people who saw your scene girl phase

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Dear Best Friends...
Mariana Almeida

We're a long ways away from being those cringe-worthy 14-year-olds who wore too much makeup, aren't we? Remember back in 8th grade, when our music taste was as bad as our fashion sense and three of us cycled through dating the same slime-ball who smoked cigarettes and hung out at the park too much? I remember eating from the same crappy pizza joint, ordering two slices and a mild sauce nearly every single day for lunch.

I don't know what I would ever do without you guys. Someday, unfortunately soon, we're going to part ways, and not see each other in person except for weddings, reunions, holidays and funerals. You've all touched my life in ways I would have never dreamed of.

You've all stuck by me through every, "but he says he loves me, and I think he really honestly means it," and even made it through my indecision with choosing a major. We've spent so much time being friends, yet it feels like no time has passed. Heck, one of us is even getting married this summer. It all seems to be flying so quickly.

High school seems like yesterday, but it was only three years ago that we kept bothering the same middle school history teacher and went a little too all out for spirit week. We still reminisce about our senior trip when the chaperon wouldn't let us stop to use the bathroom because of some horrible kids in the back of the bus. When we compare old stories and look at yearbooks, it doesn't seem all that long ago, but we've grown so much since then.

We've become strong, independent women that hold down jobs and/or work hard in school. We've developed new interests but we are still so similar that we maintain our friendship from so long ago. This test of time has shown us that we were never friends for the sake of convenience, but that we truly love each other, and care about one another in a way that is uniquely ours.

I never thought I would have friends like you. People who honestly tell me when I'm in the wrong, but support me when I'm in the right. You've been my number one fans since day one supporting me in shows and in concerts whenever you could. For that, I'm truly grateful. I don't know where I would be without you guys.

I know I'm not the most pleasant person to be around all the time, quite frankly I can be downright obnoxious when the worst mood strikes me. Despite this, you've all learned to deal with my quirks, and love me through them.

Someday, I'm going to move across the country, I'm going to be far, far away from you all that I love so dearly. Even so, I know I won't lose touch with any of you. Our Facebook group chat has been active since its inception, after all. I have a good feeling, at least for the time being, that we're all going to be life long friends. I hope that my kids know you all by name someday, and vacations to each others houses won't be too out of the ordinary.

You're my best friends, the people I will always cherish most, and I can't wait to see what ridiculous shenanigans our future holds.

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