I don't remember how or when we first met. It must have been sometime during elementary school. All the while, I guess it doesn't even matter anymore.
I do remember that we became friends. I remember the 6th grade staring contests and nicknames, the 7th grade basketball games, and the 8th grade band competitions. You were always there. You were always so good to me. We had our jokes. You made me laugh. You made me feel much smarter than I actually am. You were the one I looked forward to seeing every day.
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Somewhere along the line, we went in opposite directions. High school was bigger than us, and our interests diverged. I lost track of you. I lost track of a lot of stuff in high school that I should not have. We met other people. We didn't have the same classes anymore. We forgot to keep each other close.
It never really hit me until our time living in the same area came winding down. When high school came to a close, I saw the possibility of never seeing you again and it scared me shitless. I went into full panic mode, which didn't help much in my attempts to rekindle a fragile friendship.
I blame myself for sabotaging our relationship. I blame my stubbornness for our inability to see eye-to-eye. I am truly sorry for that.
The texts that went unanswered. The awkward conversations. It wasn't only your fault. I do have some responsibility in the matter. Unfortunately, I can't do anything about that now.
With all of that being said, your ability to forgive me was something special. I said things that I shouldn't have in the last year that we were together, and I am glad that you had such thick skin.
You are, hands down, one of the smartest people I know. You are one of the best people I know. You are going to go so far in life, and I only wish that I could still be a part of that.
I'm just as happy standing on the side-lines, watching you do your thing, though. Know that you'll always have a cheerleader in me. I can't wait to hear about all of your success. I truly wish you the best in everything that you do.
Someday, whether that be in a week or year from now, I hope we run into each other once again. I hope you can tell me firsthand what you have accomplished in life. I'm not the same person that I was back in high school. I'm sure you aren't either.
I never thought I would get over you. Even two years later, I still think about you. Not as much as I used to though, which is a good thing for me, I suppose. I will always care about you more than I probably should. But I've learned to welcome it now.
