Dear Best friend-
I suppose you don't really exist. Oh sure, you could be a number of people. But to name just one person the "best" at being a friend is just unrealistic. It's just absurd There really isn't anyone who is been there from the start-- or not one specific person who knows everything about me and grew up with me from grade school to now--why do you think I picked my two sisters as my "..of honor" attendants?
So "would be best friend" I write to you today to say that I wish you were real. I wish that I hadn't moved so much as a child and had the ability to go to grade school with you, share lunch, play on the playground, get into trouble for talking/ passing notes and stay after school to clean erasers with you. I wish we went to middle school and broke up because we started seeing other people/other clicks as adolescents sometimes do. Then get into a fight and realize that we are silly for fighting over something so trivial. I wish we were in the same high school and played on the same teams and went to prom together. It would have been nice to graduate with one another and then go off to college and be roommates and continue sharing memories while we are away from home.
As adults we could be the maid of honor in each others weddings and be there at the most important times in life- family funerals, weddings, births, first child, baptism, etc. Perhaps we would be neighbors on the same street! You know, where we would raise our kids together so that they too could be bff's :o)
Yours truly,
Rebecca
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