30/12/2017
You know I thought you were forever. It's why we texted each other "good night love you best friend" every night before bed. We planned sleepovers each weekend and talked about the boys we were going to marry, and the dresses we would wear as maid of honors.
It's why I told you my secrets, about how dumb I made myself look in front of the first boy I ever liked. It's why I called you every day on the anniversary of your cousins death, just in case.
It's why every time I get a random text from you, even all these years later, it still doesn't seem that random.
You were my person before growing up got in the way. Before we let a stupid boy, one that neither of us are even in love with all these years later, had us doubting our commitment with each other.
I hate that we were those girls.
But I have to admit, best friend from teenage years past, that anytime you text me, I can't help but smile.
Remembering not the catty fights and the faze out during dance class but whispering at 3am about kissing boys, and s*x, and promises of college friends never getting in the way.
So best friend who doesn't exist anymore, I guess you still are my forever, just not in the way I use to hope when we would text each other while we were in a room full of people, uncaring about what other people thought.
You'll always be the one who taught me about how to wear lip gloss, and to smile bigger then anyone else, and that some boys just aren't worth it.
And if we ever stumble across each other again, strangers with an unexplainable connection, I still think that teenage part of me will love you.
