Dear long lost friend

Dear long lost friend,

I was once told that sometimes we have to accept the fact that certain things will never go back to how they used to be. Only as I grew up did I realize that relationships were no different.

I never knew how important you were to me until I was sitting on my bed feeling grateful for everything I have and then it hit me how fast everything’s been. Somewhere between college applications and family commitments we grew up. We met new people, made new friends. Even before we knew it, we were “adulting”. So this one day I opened my drawer and my old, old perfume bottle lay inside. I took the lid off and just as fast as the smell hit the air, memories did too. A million little fragments of moments and a strange sense of familiarity. It was you. You were with me all along. But the further I walked down memory lane, the lesser was your presence. Then all of a sudden, you were gone. It’s sad how we drifted apart. This is probably the most awful way a friendship can end. Literally nothing went wrong until we cut each other off completely. The worst part is that I didn’t even realize how much I miss you until a random Tuesday afternoon.

I don’t remember the last picture we took, the last day I met you or even the last joke both of us cracked. Only the memories live on. It’s starting to hurt a little when I think of all the corny texts you spammed me with, the endless phone calls, the sleepless nights, the countless inside jokes…oh my god. It’s messed up how we went from everything to absolutely nothing. “Didn’t you two used to be best friends” is a punch to my guts.

It’s too late now. I know for a fact that things can never go back to the way they used to be. But it’s alright. It was the best thing ever while it lasted. Then again, just because we don’t talk anymore doesn’t mean I don’t care. Life switched us up too fast, I know. I’m still right here though.

Love always.