Angela,
We are not the friends we used to be. Time and distance and insanity (on both our parts?) has changed and worn our relationship. Like a pair of old blue jeans, there are tatters, frays, rips, fades... Sometimes the jeans don't fit the way they used to. But they are still my favorite pair of jeans.
More than anyone in the entire world, you get me. We get each other. We are more alike that we would ever admit and as different as night and day. We've fought like cats and dogs and said terrible things to one another. We meant them, too. But we always come around back to our friendship because in the end, we get each other.
The experience I shared with you during the summer of 2009 will always be with me. You saved my life. If it hadn't been for you pushing and insisting and being there for me... I know this left a deep scar on our friendship and exhausted you. I regret that but I am so grateful for your being there for me. I could never ever repay you.
Lately we don't talk much. I know you are so tired and struggling and I wish I could be there for you like you were for me. Geographically, this is impossible. I miss talking and laughing with you. I miss lunch dates and karaoke and smore making with you.
I just wanted to let you know that I love you so much. You are like the little sister I never had. I hope that one day we can patch these jeans and have the friendship we had before everything went crazy. I've never had many friends, always preferring to have a few good ones to a ton of just so so friends. You are the best friend I have ever had.
I'm sorry for all the things I've said and done that hurt you. I hope you can look at the situation I was in and understand the place I was coming from wasn't a healthy one. I know that doesn't excuse those things and "I'm sorry" doesn't feel like enough, but that's all I can do.
I miss you so much.
- Charity
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