Dear Hannah,

Ever since we were thirteen, and the ‘weirdest’ girls in the 'cool’ clique, I thought I knew we’d be friends for life. Having someone like you that understands everything and anything I say is a rarity at most. I loved everything about growing up with you, and for that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I don’t know if you think about this everyday, or not at all, but it’s sad not having someone like you in my life. 

After our first and last argument, in the summer before our twentieth birthdays, life is so different. All of my stories are stories about us, things that we did that no one else would get. My jokes are jokes that we have told and shared…no one else can laugh at the same things, or give me one glance and have us both burst into laughter. 

Having a best friend is something many people have, but the similarities in our humour and hearts are something that I have difficulty finding with anyone else. Our early morning bike rides, adventures with boys, nights out, sleepovers and parties we shared are things that are inevitably stored in my memory.

I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you were not as important as me, because to me, you were the most important person out there. I’m sorry if you felt overshadowed or that I didn’t respect your choice in boyfriend, which lead to the end of our friendship.

I sometimes wonder how you’re doing. I wonder whether it is worth trusting anybody, or getting to know anybody as a friend, because it can all be taken away from you in a ten-minute phone call. 

You are due all of the happiness that you deserve and from what I know of you, I love you.

From,
Jessica, age 20