her

Being open.

The hardest thing to do.

Even on here, I post things.

Nobody even knows what it's about.

What if I started telling my blog everything I thought?

Everything that happened throughout my day.

What if I told her everything going on?

How would she think or react?

She would be there.

She doesn't think bad about me.

We are there through everything imaginable.

She will always be my neighbor down the street.

Always my best friend for life in the world.

Never judging or making me feel bad.

Never hanging out.

We used to be so close.

Hanging out every second possible.

Planning our next spy assignment on the bus.

Sleepovers every single weekend.

We never do this anymore.

Yet we stay together.

We are not as close, but in a way,

We are closer than we ever have been before.

She trusts me and I trust her more, if that's even possible.

We talk about things that we can't tell others.

our friends that are bugging us,

the pointless drama.

They all come out so easily.

Since kindergarten we've been inseparable,

Never one without the others, for we were Cearch and Grgle.

You couldn't have Kelp Box without Cheez-it.

Or the other part of yourself.

Of your bfflitw.

love, savannah