Are we still Friends?

Are we still Friends?

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Dear Diary, You would never guess what happened today. I still can't believe it myself. On my way back home from school I saw Amber. She looked exactly as she had when I had last seen her. Her sleek ,dark brown hair was still the same except now it went past her shoulders.Strangely, I didn't know how to approach her. The same her who I used to know inside out. After debating with myself for nearly 5 minutes, I decided to cross the street and talk to her but when I reached across the street she was gone. I had so much to say to her but all I could manage to do was walk away.I wanted to run after her and stop her from leaving. I wanted to ask her how life was in New York. I wanted to blame her for not remembering to call me. I wanted to ask her if she still had my number but most importantly I wanted to ask her the question that's been on my mind ever since I saw her today, Are we Still friends?
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This is going to be weird. At first at least. I haven't talked to you in over a year, but the teacher said we should use this diary to express our emotions and the only one I could ever be one hundred percent honest with is you. Those letters to you are worth 25% of my final grade so I must find some interesting things to talk to you about. It's going to be good for me too. It'll help me move on. Help me live my life again. I just hope that it will get easier because for now, just imagining talking to you every week brings it all back, all those feelings. I still hope that, one day, you will read those letters for real. That they won't just be a way to keep you in my mind. I'm not stupid, I know that you will never read them but imagining that you will helps me write what I really want to say. So this is for you, I hope you will enjoy. With all my love, Emily

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