You said that before we even spoke you knew that we would be friends. It’s a good thing our birthdays are close together so that when we played that silly game in 9th grade social studies we ended up standing by each other.
I miss you a lot. I miss those looks we would give each other that only we understood. I miss having somebody to tell everything to. I miss watching bad MTV shows at 2AM with you(remember Sampson?!). I miss having somebody to talk about science fiction with.
I miss going to the playground with you and I miss watching meteor showers with you. I miss playing in fountains at the park and getting our skirts wet but not caring.
I miss the you before you stopped touching males, or shaking hands with them, or making friends with them. I miss the you before you decided to get married at 20 through a matchmaker because that’s what your new religion wanted (weren’t you a lesbian?). I miss the person that was completely unique, who was completely okay with the person she was.
Mostly I miss my best friend.
I wish I didn’t have to try to be a grown up without you.
Please come back.