to my best neighbor, you were the first girl i became friends with here in indy. our mothers introduced us. i still remember that day, strange because i have the worst memory ever. we told each other everything. i told you things about what i was going through i probably never told anyone else. the last conversation i remember us having, which is probably not the last one, was when i went with my mom over to your house for your mom's pampered chef party. you were pleasant, so was i. but we didn't really talk talk. just said hello, oh how are you, i'm fine thanks what about you. we used to do so much better. i remember when you broke the head of my baby spice barbie doll and i called your house telling you that you had to replace it, lol. i think i still have some of your barbies sitting in a drawer in my room. i think that they are from around the time that your brother was born and your first communion. first time i had ever been to catholic church. you're one of only two people outside my family that i ever remember memorizing the phone number of. not that i remember now though. the other was bonnie; another person that i seem to have lost touch with. i hear that your parents are getting divorced now. i see your dad coming and going. i know how it feels to go through that. i wish that we were still friends so that i could help you through it. i wish i was there for you when you cried about it, or got mad and needed to vent to someone. i should be the one doing it. but when you switched schools to catholic school we just lost touch. i was never home; i had to go to day care or something. then i wasn't allowed outside after i stopped going. by that time we had already lost touch anyway though. you and me and dylan. remember when i told you that i knew a back way to elizabeth white's house and we went back behind my house and got lost? no one knew where we were and we were gone maybe half an hour, an hour at the most. when we got back everyone was freaking out and we got grounded for forever. or when we sprayed our cokes all over cars in the court. or playing kick ball and mother may i. we had so many good times. when we played softball i remember playing against your team. your pitcher hit me in the head with the ball haha. it was a joke for so long. i wish that we hadn't grown apart. maybe i can fix us, probably not. goodbye old friend.
