We were inseparable. Every other weekend my mom would ask if you were coming to our house or if I was going to your house. We would walk right in and our parents treated each of us as a second daughter. We would take turns getting drunk and being the mom for the night. We would go on crazy adventures, get wine drunk by ourselves, have movie nights and have a sleepover just to be in each other's company.

You helped me through all my boy problems and I was your shoulder to cry on when you were upset with him. Then we stopped hanging out as much.

You were always with him and I wasn't upset because you were happy. But then you weren't always with him and you were ditching me for him and lying to me about him. I had lots going on and you were too busy with him to realize so I didn't want to take away your state of happiness.

Then your state of happiness wasn't my business. Nothing was. You got mad at me for confronting you about our fights and I knew then that it was the start of a slippery slope. We slowly stopped hanging out. We barely even talked. Your ringtone became so foreign I thought I was dreaming when I heard it.

We stopped talking. But "the love of your life" was still there.

You seemed happy and I was too. I was keeping busy, hanging out with other friends, meeting new people, and doing all the same things as I did before, just not with you anymore. I saw your sisters at prom and asked to get a picture, they were so happy to see me and asked where I had been. They were too young to understand. Your parents hugged me and wished me luck in my future endeavors. They understood.

I saw you and you walked the other way and that was the moment I knew I hadn't lost much, but you had.

You lost someone who still cared for you and still wondered if your anxiety was keeping you up at night or if you were eating every day. You lost someone who would always listen to your problems and push all mine aside to help you even if they seemed little. But your "perfect boyfriend" was there for you.

We moved on. You went away to school and I moved away also. When I heard your grandpa was diagnosed with cancer I texted you saying I was thinking of you. You responded "Thanks!"

I lost my best friend but I learned that not all friendships are forever. They are important while they last and they teach you lessons but if they don't last then maybe they were only mean to teach you a lesson.

I texted you wishing you luck with school and asked how things were. I found out you and him broke up. Your grandpa is doing well and you're enjoying school! You didn't ask about me.

Thanks to our friendship I learned that if a person really wants you in their life they will find a way to make you feel special.

They will make time for you and they will show you they care no matter what. I hope you learn how to care for your friends and your boyfriend at the same time otherwise you will lose both.