Dear Lily,
Sometimes I torture myself with memories from when we were happy. I think about all the times we spent watching vampire shows, obsessing over Robert Pattinson and Taylor Lautner, and making googly eyes at boys in our grade. I'd think back to how we used to do everything together.
We each eventually defused from one seemingly solid person to separate individuals. And for awhile, that was fine, good even. We made separate friends, fell in love with different boys, lost those friends and those boys. But one constant was that we always had each other.
I was both equal parts shocked and devastated when you decided to destroy our friendship. We moved together to a different city in a different state and started a life together as best friends, as sisters. And now? I write you letters filled with all the things I've been trying to say, but you just stopped listening.
Respectfully,
Lucy
