Dear Old Bestfriend,
In high school, especially senior year, we were super close. We talked every day and every night. You would text me right when you woke up in the morning because I would already be awake.
We would meet at school in the mornings and go to our first hour class together. First semester we had almost every class together, but second semester we only had 2 classes a day together instead of all 4. We were pretty ticked about that.
During class we would always sit together. I would sit in front of you so you could hide your phone behind my back and not get caught. We would text each other during every class wether we had it together or not. You would think we would get tired of talking to each other all day, but we didn’t. There was always something (or somebody) to talk about.
Lunch would come around and we would sit across from each other as we always did. We were the closest two out of our friend group. Everybody knew that. At one point, people thought we were dating. It wasn’t true, but we let them think whatever they wanted to.
After school we would go home and send each other pictures of our homework (not cheating it’s called comparing answers). Then later that night we would hangout with everybody once again. The only thing to do in a small town. Then we would wake up the next day and do it all over again.
To be completely honest, I miss you. I miss all the memories we had (like biting a hole in my tongue when I was eating chips one night). We even had the same birthday! You used to text me at 7:07 a.m on my birthday to tell me happy birthday. You used to be so proud because you could remember the exact time I was born and nobody else could. But you know what? I’m still older!
I wish things were how they used to be, but at the same time I don’t. You’re happier now. I’m the same as I used to be. You have your new friends and I have my old friends. We still talk sometimes, but something is missing. I don’t really know what it is.
I hope you’re doing good. Maybe we’ll see each other again someday and everything will return to how it was, like a bad dream you’ve finally woken up from.