Dear April,
It pains me to admit that I had to think very carefully on whether or not I would be making you the very center of this letter. Not because you don't deserve it, I assure you that you do; but because I haven't been quite sure as to whether or not our friendship is up to the standard that it used to pass every day.
Truthfully, we're not on the same level we used to be. When we'd sooner run away and join the circus together than ever consider the audacious thought of being separated. I suppose that it's made me a little bitter that our bond is not as mutually treasured as it used to be.
And I cannot blame you.
While we used to be attached at the hip through every second of every day, it's becoming ever clearer that that portion of our relationship is over for a season, if not for a reason.
I hate admitting to myself that without you, I truly have no one else I can tell everything. I feel robbed of my dearest and most treasured companion; and truly, there are no words in the English language to convey how much you mean to me. You're the Thelma to my Louise. The Ethel to my Lucy. The Robin to my Batman.
You're my best friend.
And I feel like this has been stolen from me for reasons that I would rather not discuss here.
All in all...I feel like the day will come that we'll come snapping back together like a rubber band. Attached at the hip like nothing in the world matters and we'll never be without the others friendship for the rest of our lives.
Is it wrong of me to not care who this hurts or what I have to sacrifice?
Love,
Jess-Pie <3
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