Hello (X),

It's been a long time. We were inseparable as children, do you remember? From five to eleven, we were together as often as our parents would let us. We'd stay up late at each others' houses, like little girls do, swimming in your pool, watching scary movies. Until middle school. Until popularity became so important. Until you forced me to grow up.

Do you remember the day? I do. It was November 1st, at our friend's sleepover birthday party. We had cake and ice cream, opened presents, watched a movie. And then I fell asleep. You and another girl gave me a hostile makeover, but much more hostile than any prank should be. You Sharpied my face; I couldn't get it off for days. But the worst was the glue. You glued my eyes shut. The chemicals damaged my eyes, and I've had to wear glasses ever since.

That Monday, you got to school first, and so everyone believed you. Everyone thought it was somehow my fault. I became a social pariah, and your popularity grew every year until we graduated. That first year, I missed you, the way we were before. After that first year, I resented you. You took friendship from me, ruined my reputation, and ruined my self esteem. It took me years to move on from that betrayal.

I looked up to you as children. I wanted to be like you, pretty and smart and popular. You taught me that you can never put anyone on a pedestal. Nobody is as good as you think they are. Sometimes, people are cruel.

I hope in some strange way, that you never forget me, or what you did to me.

I won't.

-(Y)