day 09 : someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted

My best childhood friend, Mary. We were inseparable throughout elementary and middle school. We were different from the other girls in our class in so many ways, ways that brought us so close. Our passions were reading, writing and exploring the world. We loved to play with dolls and use our imaginations to create the worlds they lived in. We sewed clothes for our dolls, created furniture and notebooks for them. We cooked (well, mostly she cooked and I watched) and made movies. We dreamed about being best friends forever, until we lived in the same nursing home as old ladies.

We went to different high schools and slowly we stopped talking often. Then we stopped talking at all. We made different friends and moved on with our lives. We haven't really spoken to each other since we were freshmen. I still regret it painfully to this day, because I know we are still the same wide-eyed girls hungry to learn about the world, and we could still be best friends.

I miss you, Mary.