Happy 17th Birthday, my lifetime best friend even though
I don't think you'll ever see this.
I know its been a long time, about a year now that we haven't seen each other. But you know what? You're still my best friend. Even though we haven't talked for months. We both realize that we're only a text, a call, an email, a message away from one another and our hearts have always been right next to each other.
I wanted to remind you today that you know me. I know that sounds kind of funny, but I don't know how else to word it.
I'm still that girl you got into reading in Grade 3 & 4.
I'm still that girl you literally save every Friday in PE class when we run the track.
I'm still that girl you played pretend/imagine with every breathing moment in elementary.
I'm still that girl you wrote letters to after I moved in Grade 5+
I'm still that girl you co-wrote stories with all day when we would visit.
I'm still that girl you spooned with those days we went to Mexico together and spent hours at night up because we couldn't stop laughing.
No matter how much we change, physically-mentally; I still know you and you me. Of course there will be times where we would stop and look at each other and wonder who this other person is, but thats ok- Because we would realize: This is my sister. My best friend, this is she and I accept that.
Or we would end up beating each other up over why we changed so much.
Go on. Go on.
This is your life and I hope you're living it the way you want. Are you who you want to be? Is today how you saw it? What makes you feel alive?
If you ever need, hell even when you don't, anyone you know where I am.
I'll listen, I'll cry.
I'll find what it is you need, I'll help.
I'll laugh, I'll love.
I'll order that meal for you.
I'll beat up that person.
I'll brush your cat.
And, ok.
I'll admit it: I miss you.
Happy birthday again, J, RainNose, Kaye, Jeni, whatever alias you are under.
Love you more than any hormone infested boy will.
-Me.