Poetry & Blog

The people I love, a series: Dear Elena,

I adore you.

We met in 8th grade swim class. We never really had full conversations. I just remember always getting into “splashing wars” with you. I’d splash you with water, you’d splash me back. We shared smiles in the hallway. I was the new girl back then and your smiles made life just a little more bearable. Who would’ve thought that such a small act would lead to something as magical and fantastic as our friendship.

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If I’m being 100% honest being your best friend was hard (and still is). You were (and are) everything I wanted (want) to be. You are smart. You’re beautiful–literally stunningly so. You’re gentle. You’re open and honest. You’re kind. You’re lovely. You’re lovable. You know who you are. You love who you are, and you never let anyone take that away from you.

I can never thank Moses enough (hehe) for placing you in my life. When I say that, I mean it with every ounce of my being and with total conviction. You have always understood and never judged. Thank you for being there every step of the way. I survived high school because of your strength and optimism, and I continue to survive because you’re always there.

Whether you’re on the other side of the room, the state, or the country, I know you have my back. Thank you for knowing when I need you, even when I say nothing. Thank you for sharing your family with me. Remember that one time my mother kicked me out in the snow and you drove to find me? Thank you for that. Thank you for making your house, and your arms my safe heaven.

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Thank you for loving the good, the bad, and the ugly. Thank you for needing me. Sometimes all I need to go on is to remember that I’m not alone and you are counting on me too.

I miss our shopping trips. I miss our sleepovers. I miss driving home from school blasting Chris Brown’s “strip”. I took a lot of firsts with you (and vice versa). We talked through my first kiss. My first date. My first time drinking. The first time I ever had sex. The first pregnancy scare. I miss waking up next to you. I miss your mother making us breakfast. I miss staying up all night talking about anything and everything. I miss being your neighbor. I miss your hugs. I miss your daily presence. I miss having a whole entire closet to shop through. I miss coordinating outfits and halloween costumes. I miss positive fridays. I miss our selfies. I miss our Zumba and spinning classes. I miss you. Thank you for agreeing that the best love is the love between friends.

Thank you for being you.

Thank you for everything.

XXX,

Tari

P.S – Please come home.

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