We had some amazing times, didn’t we? From jumping off bridges to screaming Michael Jackson songs at the top of our lungs, there was never a dull moment. There was always something out there for us. We could take driving around in the jeep and turn it into a full blown concert.

We could go to the book store and find stories that we wish we could live out ourselves. We had so much potential. This was the kind of friendship that once you have, you never let go of. However, that’s what we did. We let go.

They say all good things must come to an end. Even though we had our bad times, I never truly thought those bad times would ever cause us to put an end to our own story; the story of two friends somehow making it through life the best they can with one another by their side.

Not every story has a happy ending though (We Were Liars, I’m looking at you). Of course our friendship wasn’t invincible, nothing is. So with that being said, let me just go ahead and say a few things in remembrance of what was. No, I won’t get too sappy – I know you hate that. However, you also know I can’t really help it.

I want to thank you for being a constant in my life when others chose to walk out. I can never really thank you enough for all the nights you stayed up with me while acting as my therapist when I got my heart broken again….and then again. Even when you swore you would tell me I told you so, you didn’t. And I know you really, really wanted to. It was deserved and you held your tongue, so thank you.

Thank you for listening to me rant about an abundance of things that weren’t really all that significant, but to me were life-altering. I know hearing me complain about my latest Netflix binge is probably not how you envisioned some of your Friday nights, but you listened anyway and managed to give some decent feedback. You’re the real MVP for that.

Thank you for picking up the pieces when others shattered them. Life isn’t always easy, but you made it a bit easier to take on. It was so comforting knowing that no matter what was happening in my life, I could go to you. I guess I took that a bit for granted and I’m sorry for that. It’s almost 1 a.m. right now and a call from you would be nice, but I know that’s just not in the cards anymore.

I hope that you’re happy. I hope you find that person who you’ve always been searching for. The one who makes your life like your favorite book. We’ve talked about those books so many times and even after you continually begging me to read them, I still never did. I guess I should get around to that; I can make the time.

I’m sorry for whatever it was that got between us. I’m sure we both had some fault in it. And I’m sure there are things we both would’ve done differently. I know I would. But isn’t that life, though? Looking back on things and realizing there was probably a better and smarter way of dealing with it? That seems to be the case a lot for me lately as I look back on things. I’m working on it though, I’m sure you’d be happy to hear that. Happier than hearing that I’m super upset with the way one of my shows ended on Netflix, which by the way, I’m currently a little peeved at the show Scream, but that’s a story for another time.

Anyway, I hate to drag on and on about this, but again, you know how I talk too much, or in this case write too much, but I just really wanted to let you know I miss you. I’m sorry for stupid fights that lead to the demise of great friendships. I truly wish we could rewrite that part of our story, but there isn’t really any re-do’s or rewrites in life. Lastly, just know I still love you. Even though I don’t talk to you every day now, or call you on the phone an obnoxious amount, know you still hold a special place in my heart. Just know that every time I hear 7 Things by good ole Miley Cyrus in the car, I think about you and sing just a little bit louder.