We met in third grade.
We where inseparable until forced to be separated.
I remember the day you told us you where leaving it was the last day of school in fourth grade and you broke the news to both of us on the way to the buses.
It was like the world and suddenly went into slow motion, and it was just us standing in the hallways surrounded by everyone else; hugging each other, holding hands, and crying.
As the oldest of us three I was always there to hug, and comfort you two.
But, this time the one tear of sadness slipped out.
You left the middle of fifth grade.
We where at recess when I gave you cookies, and a good bye present homemade cause I had no money.
We lost connection for about two years. I wondered every day, "I wonder how moogy is doing at her new school". I hope she hasn't replaced us.
We reconnected after years in the summer of seventh grade.
You spilled your guts out to me and Izzy while you where here.
There was so much shit that had happened to us all in the two years.
Now we sit here texting everyday telling each other we are gonna be ok.
But I don't know anymore.
Morgan, I love you never leave me, we both care about you so fucking much you don't even understand.
This is what we have to repeat to you almost daily.
The three musketeers have all become depressed and have major anxiety.
But, you have it the worst.
I couldn't imagine my life with out you please never leave us 😘
