Summer letters to a best friend

There is not much that I would like to say, except that it irks me that I am missing so much of your life and you, of mine.

For everyday in the monotony of our everyday routines there occurs some mundane event which triggers the formation of another aspect of our persona.

I hate the fact that I am unable to witness you growing into the person I know you will be someday and I hate that you cannot see me grow into who I am becoming.

At the crux of it all we will each be who we have always been - the girls scribbling in the corner of a crowded cafe, sipping on their cappucinos unaware of the flustering activity surrounding them and unaffected by the din of the customers which slowly fades into a background hum as we delve into the worlds created by our imaginations. Yes, I know we will always be these people but I want you to be able to see the formation of all the tiny quirks that embellish this base personality. The different phases that we go through that slowly, unexpectedly become a part of who we are. The mistakes that I have made in the past year and am sure to make in the next four years- I want you to be able to see all this and more and make me innumerable cups of tea to get through it as I would for you.

None of this will ever happen again as we will perhaps never be an integrated part of each other's daily routines again. This fills me with a strange sadness at having already missed out on the evolution of something that hasn't occurred yet. It also makes me wildly happy and proud because I have an idea of what you are going to be - I catch glimpses of it every time I meet you. Lets just say that your beautiful scarf is possibly going to be your favorite accessory for years to come and the independent, empowered, artistic personality that matches it is being built into place molecule by molecule.

This is rather different from my last Summer letter to you. It is not nearly as colorful and definitely nowhere near as bubbly. Let me end on a happier note then - no matter where or who I am in the next few years, know that there is nothing I would rather spend my time doing than sitting with you squealing, reading, eating or just being quietly hopeful.