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Dear Best Friend,

I remember those good old days,


When we were both or none.
Those edgy nights where we would creep out the door,
Pure adrenaline rushing through our veins,
Utter fear of being caught.
I remember those dizzy nights,
Were we would dance to “our” song,
And sign to the top of our lungs;
Laughing till our belly throbbed.
I remember our road trips to the lake,
The “churritos Diana” that never missed.
The painful scrapes in our knees and elbows,
After a good hour bouncing and falling.
Evidence of the adventure we had experienced.
I remember those intense deep talks,
Were we would share our dreams, but also our biggest fears.
When we would get tired of each other or get mad at one another,
But at the end always realizing,
there was no one else we would rather be with.
I can’t remember when I began trusting you so completely.
But I did.
It was then, when I needed you the most,
That you left my side.
At the time I was most vulnerable,
You left me to go through hell all alone.
Where did I go wrong?

I can’t describe, not even through words
What I felt, being replaced.
We all change I guess, but all is forgiven.

So Dear Best Friend,
Thank you for the memories…

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