Hi Dani,
It’s been a while since we’ve talked and actually told each other about our lives. I’m so busy with being a college freshman and you're so busy being a high school freshman that I feel like we barely have time to talk anymore. And as you know, you’re one of the hardest people to reach as one of the only teens I know who isn’t constantly on her phone. So maybe, just maybe, this letter will catch your attention.
Freshman year of high school is a series of ups and downs, trust me, I know. One minute you think you know exactly what you’re doing, and the next minute you realize you have no idea what to write for your English essay. High school is a strange time of figuring out what your real interests are and the first steps of figuring out who you really are. I know it’s all confusing right now, but I’m here to tell you that it all works out in the end, and by senior year you will know what to write in that essay.
Whenever I was overwhelmed by my school work or life in general, which was often, I thought about one moment that happened on my first day of freshman year, which reminded me I was going to be okay. I have a vision of me walking down the second-floor hallway right past the socials studies office, and at that moment I remember thinking “I’ve made it, I’m in high school.” That one moment has stuck with me since that day, and throughout my high school career, it reminded me I was there for a reason and that I was going to succeed. So find that moment for you, that small little moment, and hold on to it when things get hard.
I didn’t know what I was going to miss the most when I came to college, but turns out, I miss the little things. I miss our morning car rides to school where you listen to Pitbull. I miss you waking me up in the morning to steal my clothes. I miss going on drives by the beach, getting ice cream, and being so weird that mom and dad lowkey judge us. I even miss the little fights we have that end with us laughing at each other.
Now, real talk, how many times have you worn my clothes, taken my makeup, or “accidentally” stepped into my shoes? I mean I’m used to it, but c’mon, I can’t even put up a fight when I’m at school.
I wasn’t really sure what I was going to say in this letter, but I think the point is to tell you that I want to know everything about your life–the good and the bad. Tell me about you successes and struggles in school, what you’re doing with your friends, and about the boys in your life. Finally, I want you to know I’m here for you no matter what you need or what time of day it is; I will answer.
Hopefully this letter will actually get you to respond, but if not, know that I love you and that I miss you.
Love,
Alex/Agi
P.S. Sisters Sisters, Irving Berlin --
