Open Letter to My Long Lost BFF
I randomly thought about you the other day.
I forget at which moment we deemed each other our long lost BFF but I vaguely remember it had something to do with vibing to one of my emo playlists. Probably reminiscing on the similarly depressing adolescent moments we shared. I think we might’ve even cried together that night too.
I always envied your ability to pull a disappearing act. One minute you’re on campus, the next you’ve moved back home. One day you’re on social media, the next all your pages have gone. I remember you changed your name but I can’t quite think of what it is now and that makes me a bit sad because I can’t put my FBI hat on and track you down.
You’ve always had a special place in my heart, and even if we never speak or see each other again, you always will. My twin. Though we look nothing alike, we started saying that after the day we accidentally matched. How funny we both thought to wear a black and white striped top and black leggings on the same day. We were so tickled, that simple coincidence made both of our days. Just one of the many random moments that made me treasure our friendship.
I don’t know if I’ve ever told you but you were the first person who actually got me believing I could do this whole weight loss thing. Getting me up at 4 or 5 am to run (more like fast-walk) around campus. Though it was short-lived and took me a whole summer to get back at it, I appreciate you for helping me through that. One of the biggest things I hated about myself at the time was my weight and you stepped in and said “let’s change this then!”
And that I did, in part, thanks to you.
It seems unfair that I only had you around for a semester or so but in those few months every conversation, every walk/run, and even the occasional run-ins after left a big mark on my heart that I’ll forever cherish.
Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing—I hope you’re well, you’re happy, and that you always remember how grateful I am for your brief, but inspirational presence in my life.