A Letter To My Former Best Friend

I’ve been thinking about you today. 14 years of you. 14 years filled with endless family tailgating, barbecues, alcohol, weed, and music. We haven’t been the same since I left for college a year ago. You broke me out of my shell, saved me from myself, and were the sister I never had. I know you’ve changed because you have all new friends, our mutual old ones don’t like you much. I can stop blaming myself for the most part. We needed this time apart because I was too dependent on you, I thought people needed you around to hang out with me. It’s not true, and I’ve gained a lot of independence since we stopped talking. Your sister told me something similar happened with her and her best friend and it was the hardest three years of her life and that this silence won’t last forever. I’ve started to come to terms with things I should have a long time ago. I still have our pictures, for some reason I can’t burn them like I can the letter I wrote to someone else because I know this won’t last forever. Just thinking a bit today.