I was digging around in some old boxes and came across this note.
My best friend, Julia, gave me this in sometime early September of 2007. If there's one thing you should know about Julia it's that back then she was very hermit-like. She was home schooled, didn't have many friends, and lived through her books. She didn't have much of a normal teenage life, but I think that's what drew me to her. She was different. She wasn't like the kids I knew in high school. She wasn't caught up in who was dating who, she was just julia.
This is probably one of maybe three or so notes she's ever given me that told me how she was really feeling. Back then we spent a lot of time talking about what we wanted in the future. We wanted to live in a small apartment above some small book/coffee/restaurant. Not a fancy apartment, but something small and simple that we could call our own. A charming little place with a windowsill we could rest a small plant on. We wanted to travel. We wanted to fall in love with the perfect girl. I suppose I never even really had a clear idea of what a "perfect girl" would be, but she had Jesse. She never told Jesse how much she loved her. How she would never forget the day they met or the day she was sitting on her car smoking a cigarette. Or even the day they spent together outside of Crossroads.
I miss the way we could talk for hours. I miss the way we were best friends. It's sad really, that she felt that way then and that I feel this way now.
I guess after about eight years it's only natural for people grow up and grow apart.
