What is past is prologue.
"We must sail
sometimes with the wind
and sometimes against it,
but we must sail,
and not drift,
nor lie at anchor."
- Marjorie Holmes

Maybe I’m stupid for needing this, or I guess really ever thinking about you anymore. I don’t really know what ever happened though, and I guess that’s what hurts me the most. You were my best friend; I considered you to be my sister. Maybe my mistake was letting you in so close to me? Maybe I deserve to have that pain. I don’t know. But I guess now that it’s winter break, it’s just like…where are you? Why aren’t we driving in the car, singing at the top of our lungs and getting ridiculously lost? Why aren’t we having sleepovers, talking about everything and anything under the earth? Where’s all the promises we made? I guess I miss you, even when I know I shouldn’t, because it’s obvious that you don’t want to me a part of my life anymore. It just sucks a lot because there’s been so many people that have left, but I never thought that you’d be one of them. I don’t know why I feel like this; it’s been 4 months since we’ve talked. But the emptiness that you left is hitting me a lot right now, and I just wish that I knew why.