I do not miss what we were as much as I miss who we used to be. You and I and our little isms that made us [like] sisters. We used to doll ourselves up in cheap glitter and expensive perfume to impress all the boys at the mall, and they all had their eyes on you because you had chilling blue eyes and your hair always fell on your shoulders the right way, and I was merely an accessory to your wardrobe, but I didn't mind because I knew I'd never find a friend like you and I haven't since then.
Remember walking back and forth down those familiar streets, eating ice cream out of the container, not worrying about how silly we looked, planning our future play dates with the kids you were not sure you wanted, pretending to be at church when really we were getting drunk, smoking things that made us laugh more than usual, deep conversations on your bedroom floor during sleepovers, waking up to your stepmom's footsteps down the hallway, car rides with Corey who we swore was the coolest kid in town? I remember it all so well, and I want to thank you for making the worst three years of my life the greatest time of my life. Every time I made you laugh, every time I was passive aggressive towards you and every time you made me jealous - I'd do it all again if I could.
It pains me to see you evolve into a woman, but I am just as guilty of the same crime as growing up wiped the nonsense out of both of us. I suppose that all that we can do is let our jokes dust away on the highest bookshelf and look to them as trophies of our youth. In our years of bad music and poor decisions, we thought we had it all. We thought we'd never grow out of our immaturity, but boy we sure were wrong...