We have been best friends since I was 12. That means we have been friends for almost 6 years. And while I have changed greatly, it seems you haven't changed a bit. Except now you like to have *** and drink, snort Molly and smoke ****. I have never pretended to be your friend because being your friend is like breathing air. It comes so easily. I fit into it so well. We both do. We know exactly how to act around eachother and what to say. I buy you food, clothes, and we have had our fair share of matching and trading outfits. Remember in eighth grade when we traded wardrobes? You came to school all girly and I came all goth? It was crazy. Or when we snuck out for the first time and we were soooo loud? I have no idea how we didn't get caught. Or you doing my eyeliner because I ****** at it. I remember the hole in your wall you covered with a heart. I remember everything. We used to never fight, we were so close people swore up and down we were lesbian for each other. Then we got broken a few times. Good times became getting high with Naomi on the dock or sneaking out to parties. (Like that one time we fought at autumns). We had been through so much. We slept better with each other than without. Then....something happened. I don't know what. After ****, then Stone....I just couldn't. Anymore. But the love was still there. It still is there. But it just doesn't feel the same. That's why I've asked to not be friends anymore.