I know we haven’t spoken in a long while. Probably since you decided that pink floral jumpsuits were not your style after a very unfortunate event with a side-walk and an elbow. How such an event caused such a revelation I don’t know. Regardless, I was happy to see you old friend.
I’m not here to reprimand you for your absence. I get it. If any one gets it, it’s me. I’m here to greet you and to welcome you back. Or perhaps it is a first welcome as you are not that little girl in a horrid little jumpsuit, are you?
You’ve grown so much; you must know, I’m so proud of you. Even if I never told you, and even if all I did was hide in the shadows while you perished. Even if I thought you’d never make it out and even if I thought you’d flounder through life. I was proved wrong, and I’m so thankful to be wrong.
Not that I want this to go to your head, but you should know. You are strong, beautiful and talented and I never should have left you. I was so scared. So scared. I missed everything and I’m so sorry you went at it alone.
I will never ever leave you again and I will always be there to support you and lift you back up. Always.
I’m here now, to introduce, to remind you, of your best friend – you. And boy have I missed me.