To All the Girls I’ve Ever Called my Best Friend.

To all the girls I’ve ever called my best friend ,

I wish I could say that

One day when I have children of my own,

That I’d only tell them the good parts.

The sleepovers and parties,

The laughing and crying and all the support.

The movies and dinner dates,

Endless fashion shows held within the dressing room walls of our favorite stores.

So, many stories.

If I really wanted too,

I could pretend that life wasn’t cruel,

And only tell them the good.

But I won’t.

**

Of course, I’ll start with the good,

The adventures and concerts,

the times where life stood still, if only for a moment.

But I’ll tell them of the bad times too.

The fights and miscommunications.

The forgotten birthdays and special events.

The backstabbing and lies.

I’ll tell them about those long nights spent crying alone.

I’ll tell them each about the first hello and the last goodbye and everything in between.

I’ll tell them all my pain,

I’ll be their teacher because, if not, life will not be as kind in her lessons.

**

Sometimes people aren’t meant to remain in your life forever and that’s okay.

We grow and learn how we wish to be treated and sometimes we outgrow the people we never thought we would.

Life is beautifully tragic that way and I’ll make sure they know that because I wish I had known what I know now when I was their age.