Dear Samantha,

It seems like you moved forever ago, when really—it’s only two years. (Not that that’s exactly an only—it’s still a long time!)

I haven’t talked to you as much as I’d like to since you moved to Texas. I still think you belong in Wisconsin—nothing feels right with you gone.

You were my best friend since second grade, and then you just left. I love that we still connect though, even if it isn’t that often. It’s better than forgetting about each other (although how could anyone forget you?)

The last day of my school felt so weird today. I wish you could have been there. There are so many people who I’ve met since you left that I know you’d love. And so many experiences that throughout them all, I just think, “I wish she was here!”

You like bowling, I know. And pizza. Both made me think of you today, as I bowled with our old friends (remember Bre and Paris?)

And while taking over one hundred pictures, it felt horrible that you weren’t in any of them. You couldn’t be in any of them. That was the worst part.

I can’t wait for you to come and visit on the 12^th. We’ll have so much fun, like always, and at least for a few days things can be like they used to be.

I can’t say that I haven’t had fun since you moved; it would be a lie. I realize also, that Clompish might not even exist if you hadn’t moved! And yes, I did have fun today on the last day of school—bowling and talking and hanging out. And preparing for summer.

But I would have had much more enjoyable times the past two years if you could have shared them with me. You’ll always be my best friend. It can’t change. Relationships like ours are far too strong.

I’ve missed you so much, but I can’t let myself drown in that. It’s not like you’re dead or something, and I hope you’re at least somewhat happy in Texas (although I doubt it could ever replace Wisconsin ).

I’ve been busy lately, what with the water ski season starting and school (although the school part isn’t a factor anymore, as of 2:30 PM today ). I haven’t even been on Clompish in a while, and I know I haven’t talked to you either (aside from a text message here and there).

I just had to tell you how much you still mean to me, and how much I wish I could say that every day. No number of miles can separate us—maybe you being gone has even strengthened our relationship.

Forever your friend, and always here,

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