November 28, 2022
November 28, 2022
Dear Allison,
I haven’t written here yet because I felt that our friendship was the most precious thing to me, private, and I wanted to keep that to myself, but I needed to write to you.
There isn’t a day I don’t think of you and say your name. You were my best friend, and always there. I miss you so much, but those words aren’t enough. You touched me from the first time we sat up all night on my back porch drinking and sharing stories. We were inseparable, two sides of a coin. After you left to go back to California, you never failed to call me several times a day, just to say… whatever you wanted, and I loved that. You got me through one of the toughest years of my life, and I could use your voice in my life again.
I miss you.
To you! To you! To us!!
I haven’t written here yet because I felt that our friendship was the most precious thing to me, private, and I wanted to keep that to myself, but I needed to write to you.
There isn’t a day I don’t think of you and say your name. You were my best friend, and always there. I miss you so much, but those words aren’t enough. You touched me from the first time we sat up all night on my back porch drinking and sharing stories. We were inseparable, two sides of a coin. After you left to go back to California, you never failed to call me several times a day, just to say… whatever you wanted, and I loved that. You got me through one of the toughest years of my life, and I could use your voice in my life again.
I miss you.
To you! To you! To us!!