Dear All of You,
Lets go back a few years. I was new to all of this; and for all of you, it wasn't your first time. I had my friends, my own safety zone. We always looked up to you and wondered if we would ever be anything in the future. There was one difference between us and that may have been what kept us apart for that first year. You grew up faster and sooner than I did. Being only a little middle schooler, it was normal to be shy and awkward while you were all out finding yourselves and becoming the people that you would be for the rest of your lives up in the big intimidating high school. I couldn't help but to be thankful to meet you, look up to you, and use you as motivation when I also began to do the same a year later. Come to find out how similar we all were, it was an exciting moment and soon enough our friendships thrived.The moments we shared and the memories we created will never be forgotten. Waking up early, the tight ponytails with so much hairspray that you thought it would never come out, the crazy clown makeup, the butterflies as we approached the mats. Every thing we did seemed to be "the last one". Uncomprehendable, yet bittersweet and still exciting, we continued to repeat this process throughout the nine months we continuously spent together everyday. Our relationship felt like home to me. You were like the sisters I never had- keeping my secrets, giving me advice, helping me to make my life choices whether you were right or wrong, you were always there for me. The day came. With our suitcases packed, uniforms and confidence being our number one priority on our packing last, we boarded the plane; once again "for the last time". It seemed unreal as we went through each day, walking the beach, shopping and buying souvenirs, taking pictures to capture each and every moment we had left with each other. Then it was time, we put on our uniforms one last time, hair-sprayed our hair one last time, tied in that big gold sparkly bow one last time, and set off for the reason we were all here. As the butterflies set in, the motivational speeches were given, and off we went to the blue mats that never before seemed to be so welcoming before. Two minutes and thirty seconds later it was all over. The end has arrived and there was nothing that any of us could do about it. The hard work entailed in that almost three minutes had never felt so worth it. No matter how much we didn't want to let go of everything we've gained together over the past years, it was now time and saying goodbye may be harder than ever before. Even though, its not necessarily a goodbye. It's a "see you later", because although our relationship may become distant, you will always be in the back of my mind and never be forgotten, because a breakup doesn't always have to end bad.
Love always,
Liz
