Dear Best Friend, you know who you were, even though you've always denied it. You always said I wouldn't remember you when I got old, but I'm sure I will. I loved you in so many ways, in which I still do. It seems like I've felt this way ever since I met you. Some ways I felt like you'd never understand, but you understood me.
We used to be so close. I told you everything, except things that would hurt you. I couldn't bare to see you hurt. You always said you were fine but I knew you weren't. I always teased you because I wanted you to be strong. You'll probably never read this, but I cried for you. The thought of never seeing you again scared me.
You are my rock and I couldn't lose you. Yet, talking to you scared me. I was always worried I'd say something wrong and mess it all up. I got so scared. It pushed us away even further. So this is my way of saying I ruined it.
