DAY ONE: Best Friend
Dear Tara,
You may not think the same of me but I truly feel like
you’re my best friend. You were the new kid this year. You
started off a little rough, but you gained more friends including
me. I made so many memories in just one year with you than I have
with anyone else ever. Movies, sleepovers, bonfires, parties,
hanging out with the guys, galactic soccer, staying in bed
texting and coloring for like 16 hours….the list goes on
and on. When we fight the WHOLE world gets involved and we fight
till the death. But
then....for
some reason I wake up in the morning and ...i HAVE to apologize.
I pour my heart out in an email, hit the send button, and wait. I
stare at the screen and hope that you'll forgive me…...
and you do. I can’t wait for next year. New school, new
people, new teachers, new memories. Tara, we have shared so
many good memories that if we some how end up not friends
anymore, when im 80 years old ill remember you and the good times
we had. We do dorky things and I can be me around you. The only
thing I hate about you? Your perfect. Your hair is
always perfect, even after we run down the street in the rain.
You’re so much skinnier than me. Your clothes are really
pretty. And most of all. When I hang out with you. The guys look
at you. They only see you. The pretty one standing next to
me. The T-shirt and shorts girl who’s funny.
That’s all. Funny. Your amazing Tara and even if we
aren’t best friends, you fill that space in my mind and
<3.
Luv
you,
Chelsea