I'm not entirely sure if you guys would have considered all four of us best friends, but I certainly would. We each grew up and grew apart. Things happened and we each keep up with one another but our lives as best friends has sadly faded into the past.
I met Ryan first, we were friends from basically in diapers. Then I met Christina, our fathers were friends and we met at preschool...destined to be friends. And through Christina, I met Crystal. She was my true partner in crime. It was us four, Jasmine, Ryan, Crystal and Christina. We all resided near Elmhurst Ave and 809 is where we met up to get into some trouble. As in trouble I mean eating all the sugar cookie dough our tiny bodies could endure.
I remember the times we tried to do tricks on scooters and bikes. I distinctly remember the time I ran into the wire fence and had a imprint scar for weeks. Simply classic. I want to thank you for all the laughs and the memories.
Ryan, my fondest memories with you is of course eating cookie dough but also playing super Mario brothers on the Nintendo. We shared so many secrets through the years, you simply helped me grow as a person. Thank you for all of that.
Christina, the first place I slept over was at your house. I really want to apologize how, at times, we made fun of you; that wasn't right. But even though we did that to you, you still remained our friend. For forever your family was my family. And to an extent I still feel that way; even though I haven't seen you since high school. From watching "High School Musical," to vacation bible school, to eating all the ramen Walmart could stock, you were truly one of my best friends growing up.
Crystal, I think of you and I think of barbies, Halloween parties, Gwen Stefani CDs and Cody and Kyle. We got in all the trouble imagined. I've always wanted to say sorry that I wasn't there when your father died, that will forever be a regret of mine. Aside from that there are things that I can't forget. The time your brother ate dog food in front of us to every time you help me when my grandmother got sick. You were, in a sense, a rock for me. Sadly you were the one I lost most touch with.
I am sad that I lost touch with each of you, maybe one day we should catch up just like old times. One can dream and wish right? I hope all of you are doing well! Much love and wish you the best in life.
Love your friend,
Jasmine
