Letter To A Friend

Words do not express how I miss you as summer turns to fall and fall into winter. All I can really think of is how much fun you are. Through the social food chain, this is how we met. All the high sharks and mighty sea-cows, munching on caf fries and stepping on the shrimps below, while we swam together and enjoyed out long walks and sun chips (ever-cheesy, of course). But, while a new year begins and old chapters come to a close, I feel the miles between us and hope that you do not.
I am back to ground zero, without my best friend. As I struggle up against the waves and try my best to stay afloat without becoming someone's lunch time snack, I feel the pressure of the deep high school ocean and I am afraid that I may not find my way back to what I know. You may not even realize how much you have changed me. Without your presence in that year I may not have made in through alive, or even worse, discovered the joy in obsessing over alternative indie rock hotties.
I miss feeling accepted, I miss feeling home even when I know I do not really have any blood family. I miss knowing that someone will always have my back in my many misadventures. I miss the school days running too short, I miss knowing Saturday was always another opportunity for a sleepover.
As our lives change and I try my best to replace the many bridges I burn, I remember just how jealous of you I always was and still am. I remember how you always seem so cool and sure with just knowing who you are. So calm, collected and sure of yourself. People loved you at school, with acceptations of few, and yet you never forgot about your old friends.  Your amazing artistic abilities and your collected manner left my shy and jumpy demeanour in a shadow. You may have had your troubles and all of us hurt every once in awhile, but while others ran away you just kept walking forward with your head held high, pencils and sketchbooks in hand, with dark brown curls falling around those pretty eyes. Even and confident.
I just wanted to let you know how much you mean to me, as the feeling of a friendless demise (set into my own much less richly coloured curls), sinks into my skull. You looked beyond my deep, scratchy voice and quirky-dorky attitude to see what I hope was a good friend. Our lives are forever locked together and intertwined now, and as far as I can see ahead we are still going to be there for each other even if the words are typed and delivered over five countries, one republic and even a continental border.
BFFL = Mudkips forever.