I Thought We’d Always Be Best Friends

Although we aren’t on the best of terms, I still think about you often and hope that you’re happy. It might not seem like it, but I really don’t hate you. I could never.

I think a lot about all our memories, because we both know we’ve accumulated many over the years. I think about the fun times with you, like the many out of town trips and sleepovers. I think about how you’d drag me out in 20 degree weather to go to soccer games, and how I’d pretend that I didn’t want to go, even when I really did. I think about our Monday night traditions, and how you’d come over to my house with a bag of junk food in your hands.

I think about you every time I watch our favorite show (I don’t know if it’s still your favorite, but it’s still mine). I even think about the bad times, although there were hardly any because things were always good with us, we never argued the way that best friends sometimes do.