Dear (Ex) Best Friend,

It has been about three months since we've talked, which is pretty crazy to think about, considering we used to have week-long sleepovers last summer. I used to know what you were planning on wearing for a date a week in advance. Now, I couldn't even tell someone what you did this past Friday night.

What happened? I get that we met when we were in grade school and both grew up into different people, but even with all the changes that came with growing up, I always thought we would be the two to stick together. We even thought about having our big hurray as the maid in honor runner up at each others' weddings (both our biological sisters won the crown on that maid of honor title). It's sad to think that we won't be the crazy old ladies at the nursing home when we are eighty, and you won't be the godmother of my child.

Why we grew apart would probably be two completely different stories, depending on who got to tell it. Besides the douches, distance, and other drama, I just think we both needed a breath of fresh air. If you think about it, we were basically dating since first grade. I loved you like my sister and you experienced all of my emotions first hand -- good and bad. I experienced all of yours, too. We heard all the horrible stories we wouldn't dare tell anyone else, and still supported one another when we stuck with the boyfriend that broke our heart.

Growing apart was rough. Like sisters, we both knew exactly what to say that would sting the harshest. You knew what to say to make me laugh in a heartbeat, but also knew how to make me cry in a second. Same goes for me. So, as you certainly remember, an argument over something stupid led to bringing up our most sensitive heartbreaks and throwing the sharpest knives. With me hanging up the phone on you, that was it. No more Snapchats sent at 7 a.m. for outfit approval before your first day of work, or late night ice cream crawls. You were out of my life as quick and surprising as you came into it.

However, like that one time I decided to get bangs and completely regretted it, we have stages we eventually grow out of. I hope the next few months, years -- or however long we aren't in each others lives -- are happy and good. I hope, in time, we can catch up and relive carefree goofy the moments we used to share.

Love ya,

Your (ex) bestie