Dear You,

Funny how we have met up again after all this time. It's crazy to see how much you've changed, and how much I've changed too. Has life been any different without me, or just much of the same? I still don't even know how much I meant to you, and maybe that's why I'm writing to you today. You keep coming back into my life like waves, slowly but ever surely crashing into my shore, causing a rift in the tides by nightfall. I know I shouldn't, but I always let you back in. Maybe it is because I want closure, or maybe it's because I'm not sure how to deal with you quite yet.

Although you have done me wrong so many times, I cannot help but thank you for caring for me when you did. You were someone I could confide in, and someone that I trusted, and still do. We could have a simple conversation or spend hours sending paragraphs about things way too deep for our age to even worry about just yet. I know you were always someone that I could count on, no matter what the time was or what day of the week it was either. I could run to you when I had nobody else, and that is why I continue to choose to let you back in. I can thank you for the open ears without judgement, and for the countless hours spent doing nothing but enjoying each other's company.

There is just something inside me that not only refuses to let you go, but refuses to accept who you are now from who you were. We know each other's past like the back of our hands, to which conflicts my struggle on what I want you to be to me. You taught me to care deeply and to never let anything go unquestioned. You taught me to challenge my current ideals about myself and reassure myself I'm doing the best that I can. You taught me how to fight for what I believe in, even if it was against you. You not only taught me these things, but you were these things for me, which caused me to care so deeply.

Although you're back again as just another wave hitting my rocky shore, I accept you with open arms for now. Now, you are a part of me where ever I may go, whether I be a hundred or a thousand miles away, there's a piece of you engrained in my heart. To me, you are still a pure as the first day we became friends. You still are the being that I will always think of you, but I do think that we need to either settle or go our separate ways.

The past is great, and the memories of the past I wouldn't trade for anything. However, it is called the past for a reason. We are in different places geographically and in our lives. We may meet and become close again soon enough, but for now I must walk this journey to happiness by myself. Without you, life would not have been this fun or hard. And without you, I'm not sure how life would really be.

Thanks for the memories, even if sometimes they weren't that great.