Alright, Kiara, I don't know if you'll ever see this. Most likely not. But maybe there's a possibility that you sometimes look at my pages, too?
Let me just say, you've changed. The Kiara you used to be has been buried and let me just say, I don't know whether or not she'll ever be able to breathe again; or even if she's still there. My examples? Alright, yes, I look at your facebook page occasionally and I saw that one picture of you in a skirt. I mean, back when you, Cheyenne, and I were friends it was barely a possibility that you'd ever be wearing a skirt. The Kiara I knew wouldn't be caught dead wearing a skirt. And Cheyenne says you carry around a purse. Well, there could possibly be a reason for that (you know what), but Kiara, and I mean real Kiara, would just keep that stuff in her backpack, not carry around a purse. Cheyenne sees that you've changed, and apparently so have other people.
It just boggles my mind how you could go from being my best friend to my enemy so quickly. How "I love you," could turn into "I hate you," so quickly. We used to be best friends. Does that mean anything to you, Kiara? Does it? And how you could torture Cheyenne like that and not feel anything? Any guilt? How could you? How could you pull the "I guess it doesn't matter how long you've known someone," card on us? First of all, I've known Macy since first grade and Cheyenne's known her since second. But, think about it. You met me in third grade, and actually, Cheyenne in third,too (remember when I introduced you guys during that field trip?). When did you meet Brenlie? When did you meet Kyleigh? We're in eighth grade now, Kiara. That's six years you've known us. And what, like two years since you've known Kyliegh and Brenlie? You met them in like sixth grade.
I'll be honest, I miss you. But, not who you are now. I miss the Kiara I knew, the Kiara you now suffocate. Do you think of us and miss us like we do you? Deep down inside you know that what happened wasn't right. You know that choosing them over your best friends wasn't right. Or at least I hope so. I tried, after all of that happened, to tell myself, "I don't need her," and truth be told, I don't need you. But I miss you. I don't know, I think if we work this out the right way I'd feel normal again. Since we all split, I haven't felt the same. I feel like a part of me is missing. Ever since I split my first best friend(remember her?). That part of me is my best friends . . . you and the others . . . if you even remember them now.
Don't you remember? It was you, me, Cheyenne, Katie, and Jasmine. Those good times.
First Jasmine drifted away. Then we lost Katie. Then I lost you. Cheyenne and I were the only ones who held on to everything. You guys just forgot. Jasmine wasn't really a part of the circle after third, though. Then it was just the four of us.
When Cheyenne's little sister went to Citizens, we had to go and pick her up occasionally. I hated it. I used to look at that playground and remember all those years there. Thrid grade, the best one was fourth grade, and then fifth. I used to look at that corner of the playground and remember how we always sat there and laughed together. We all loved eachother. We were complete. I'll be honest, I'd give almost anything to go back and relive those years, at least once. Especially forth grade. But know we're almost in High School and that all changed.
Oh well, Kiara. Live your life being the new you.
You know I still love you. The real you. Always know that.
