scoritori I'm so worried
Seventh grade gave me longer hair, sleepier eyes, and sadder lips, you were this dorky blond girl with blue eyes, and glasses. With you I felt more like myself, than with anyone else. We were best friends instantly. You have grown over the years, grown into my stunning 16 year old best friend. More like sister.
We would talk constantly, and mostly about nothing, but we somehow manage to keep the conversation live and going. We’ve known each other since 7th grade, and I’ve made so many fuck ups with you. I remember we used to do such retarded shit, but we changed. Both of us, Not just me. No. You can’t just say I have changed. It’s you too.
And we’ve grown apart so much. But darling, maybe we’re just afraid of growing up. I tried to hold on to my innocence. But It just slips away, like everything else in my life. But you didn’t. You stayed by my side through everything. You didn’t ditch me. Not until later on.. That’s the sad part.
We used to think the same, Feel the same. Everything. And yes, I closed up. I stopped telling you things, because things started getting harder and we were changing so much, it was hard to tell who you were because I was so used to the old you. So bestfriend? This is for you.
This is for those stupid nights were we would stay up and talk about stupid shit. To the stupid boys and crappy parents. To the tears and the smiles. And to those really long walks we took when we just needed our sister. I miss that.
I miss who I was. But fuck. I’ll miss those moments. To everything I possibly could have shared with you, and now, we’re so distant, and I know it won’t ever be the same. And talking to you, having those same moments once in a blue moon, makes me sad, because I remember how we were before and I see how we are now. I wish I knew where we went wrong.
I miss you best friend.