Hey there ^.^

So I remember coming across a 30 day letter challenge on Wattpad once, where a user had uploader 30 different letters, addressed to various people. The writer basically poured out all emotions she felt about their sort of relationship. I found it pretty cool and recently looked it up. My fellow friend and I decided to embark on a quest to write all these letters. We've modified the challenge so we may upload every Sunday (for me) and Friday (for her).

So ye. Link to challenge: http://30daychallenges.net/challenges/info/1 

If you check out my friend's blog, you'll see that she has addressed her first letter to a future best friend. I'm going to address mine to a best friend from the past....

Dear Past-Best Friend,

The five or six years of my life that I spent knowing you were honestly the best. If you had asked me then, what a best friend is, I would have probably answered with 'I don't know', as we always committed to calling our exclusive friendship as 'just close friends', knowing that ultimately we would end up at different high schools, most likely not maintaining such a strong friendship. How smart we were as that is precisely what did end up happening. But I'm not gonna dwell on the 'could-haves' or 'would-haves' of our friendship. Nope. I'm gonna acknowledge the amazing-ness of it all. The Awepicsomallity (word we made up) of it all. So today, when somebody asks me the same question, I tell them that you are the definition of best friend. 

This may be mega corny but all good things don't last. We knew that from the beginning and persevered to make the most of it. From the beginning of year 3, I was on the playground, wondering around aimlessly till I spotted you. We spent the rest of lunchtime making up rhymes about each other. From then onwards, we moved seats, and got up to all kinds of mischief together. We were the awesome twosome that were attached at hip. Well that's what the teachers used to say anyway. You always defended me, and put me first. You knew immediately whether or not I was having a bad day. You understood the concept of personal space. You managed to always crack me up and your wittiness and creativity never ceased to amaze me. There was never any jealousy or competition, we were two bodies sharing one mind. 

That bond between us, and being able to complete each other's sentences and thoughts was truly beyond our years. The fact that we were not so alike made our friendship all the better. You and your artsy thoughts, always with a notepad and pencil, and your neatness, and me with my clustered data and messy ideas. You made me confident and made my self esteem skyrocket! I didn't care that we were giving up numerous lunch times to be leaders or read for younger kids. I didn't mind that people saw us as goody goods. That stuff didn't matter to me. Just the fact that you were alongside me to do all the crazy good things was enough.

  
And then when we separated and every birthday, a phone call was enough. It restored our friendship. It was as though we had been hanging out regularly for the past year and hadn't gone our ways. You still support me, and I know that when I dial your number, you will pick up and listen and laugh. But I can't. It hurts that sometimes, I would ignore your messages, and slowly you started doing the same. We let other people in. But that's the beauty of life, innit? We meet people and then we meet people. The biggest present you ever gave me was that maturity. That key to wisdom. You let me understand that I can overcome loss. 

Thank you. For everything.

Love always,
Zahraa