Dear ____,

Dear Hannah,

Oh how I miss you. You're my other half, ever since we met when we were four. You are the only best friend I've known, and the only one I'll ever have. Nobody even comes close to being as amazing of a friend as you, and that isn't going to change no matter how many miles apart we are. You were always the one I could always count on, and not once in our decade of friendship was I let down. I know I don't say it enough, but I love you. You are so beautiful and you mean so much to me. No matter how shitty my day was or how upset I felt, you knew exactly how to make me feel 10X better in a heartbeat. You honestly know me better than anyone else, including myself. Hannah you have taught me so much and made me feel worth it. I don't know what I ever did to deserve someone as amazing as you to be called my best friend, but I sure as hell appreciate you more than you could ever imagine. I know the move has been hard for you, and I know you don't want to show how much it hurts; but no words can express how proud I am of you for staying strong. It's absolutely astonishing that you've been able to handle being ripped from everything you've ever known, including your best friend of 10 years, and thrown into an unfamiliar place on Christmas. I'm honestly very angry at your parents for doing something like this to you, and me. I don't think I'd ever be able to forgive them for this. Now that you're miles and miles away, I've become lost. I've stopped hanging out with most of my friends because I'd feel like I'm trying to replace you. I find myself alone in my room most times, missing you like crazy. The thought of losing you keeps me up at night even though I know we are still close. You are a piece of me and it feels like it was ripped  from my heart and thrown away. I knew I needed you before, but now that I can't see your dorky face or hear your contagious laugh everyday, I realize how much I need you. I now miss all the little things about you that I've never noticed before. I look out my backdoor and see your old house and that's when it hits me the hardest. I look over and see a dog running in what was your backyard, but it's not your dog, and it's not your backyard anymore. I feel unnecessary hate towards the couple who moved in; I know it isn't their fault but they don't belong there, you do. The place we made most of our memories where we'd draw with crayons and your dog, Luna, would eat some and we'd find rainbow poop in the backyard, gone. The place where we'd explore the basement and make crafts, gone. The place where we'd spend hours playing outside as your dad would bring us out food on the circular black tray, gone. As we got older we stopped playing like we used to but we were still childish, I remember when we made a boss-ass pillow fort in your living room as we watched "Peep and the Big Wide World" and ate macaroni and cheese together. I miss that. I miss thee days where we'd play "The Last of Us" in my basement and listened to music that we showed each other. I miss the evenings and nights we'd spend together walking in the dark around our neighborhood as we talked about anything and shared (a lot of) laughs. I miss you Hannah and I've lost part of me, you.