To My Dearest Old Friend,
I often think of you and the times we spent together, the books we’d read, the music we listen to, the shows we’ve seen. I remember the bad hair styles and the even worse clothes we wore.
There were times when you were my only friend; we’ve been through a lot together. We had such fun, the parties, the drinking, the men, you got me into a lot of trouble on more than one occasion but I didn’t mind.
There are days I really miss you and yearn to be part of that life again, but I made the right decision, it was time to go our separate ways. Who would have guessed I would be settled with a good man and a beautiful daughter. My life is good, I'm happy now.
You were a part of my life for a very long time, you gave me strength and courage when I needed it, but you also sent me down paths of self destruction. You we're my best friend and my worse enemy all in one.
I will always think of you fondly, but I had to leave you behind, I had to move on with my life, I couldn’t carry on the way I was living.
You will always be in my heart and my mind.
Lots of love
This is a letter to the old me, the me before I met my other half and had BG.
This was written for Josie’s writing workshop at Sleep Is For The Weak, I was inspired by prompt number 1. Tell me about someone from you past who you lost touch with and who you often think about