to my first best friend, isn't being little so much easier than being a teenager? you were my first best friend that i really remember telling things to. you were my first crush. my first kiss. the most uncomplicated relationship there has ever been. you're the only boy before fifth grade that didn't have cooties. i miss you terribly. now whenever we see each other we either ignore each other or only say formal hellos and goodbyes. where is the guy that went through my parents' divorce with me? went through kindergarten with me? wrestled, had snowball fights, and played baseball with me? slept over at my house on the floor? you were my best friend. i miss that. you knew me better than i knew myself. we played truth or dare under a blanket on the couch at your house. we were better friends than any other little boy and girl. i wish you would come back to me. i wish that we both had made a better effort over the years to stay close. but once we hit the awkard age of puberty i guess there was no going back. thanks for teaching me what friendship was. next time i see you, your presence won't be ignored.
