Let's take a trip down Memory Lane, shall we?

I remember when I first met you. I remember how cool I thought you were, and how you hated me because I was "the quiet, shy girl who stole your best friend". But that never mattered to us, that you hated me, because it all worked out and we became best friends.

I remember how you helped me come out of my shell, helped me become me.

I remember all the nights we stayed up giggling and talking about boys, and our A2M dreams.

I remember how your mom always used to come downstairs at least twice to tell us to shut up and go to sleep. I remember your old room. I remember Kitty.

I remember going to Florida with you, and my family. I remember we cried while we listened to "Why Don't You Kiss Her?" by Jesse McCartney, sitting outside by the pool at my aunt's house. I remember that the next day my case to that CD fell out the window of the car, and we stopped- right there on the highway- to go get it.

I remember we used to write notes to each other everyday. I remember we used to share a locker. I remember all the songs I've written about you.

I remember going to that geyser with you and walking around it, and then down to the creek where your dad took pictures of us holding hands while we jumped rocks.

I remember crying with you, so many times, just hugging you. Somehow, I could tell exactly what you wanted to say through your eyes. We had a bond like no one else. I remember that when I hugged you, everything felt okay.

I remember how we promised each other we would always be best friends. Always.

I remember laying on the trampoline with you and looking at the stars.

I remember October 15, 2007. I remember the night before, when we were getting ready. I remember you did my hair for me. You were always so good at that. I remember us writing letters to them, together. I remember the car ride down there, when we stopped at McDonald's and saw those girls who were going to the same place. I remember walking in, how we were the only two jumping and yelling, and all excited. I remember seeing their dad and little brother. I remember the way it felt whenever he looked at me. I remember looking at you, treasuring that moment forever. I remember riding the farris wheel afterwards with you, and waiting for them forever. But they never came.

I remember crying as we left, holding hands, and your mom was mad because she had to get home and go to work the next morning. I remember how we were almost dead silent on the car ride home, until we finally fell asleep.

I remember December 10, 2007. I remember eating at Olive Garden the night before, and how the waitress told us that we better not forget her when A2M became famous. I remember going back to the hotel. I remember going to the mall, but it was closed, so we went back the next day. I remember buying my outfit for that night. I remember seeing all those chorus students in Starbucks, and we thought they were laughing at us. I remember going to the concert, and there was a limo right by the sidewalk, and we thought it was them, so we put our empty coffee cups on our heads and we were taking pictures, laughing so hard. I remember signing up for the guitar. I remember looking through the window, where we saw where the meet and greets would be, and Ballyn and Kristen were right beside us. I remember going in and finding out that our seats sucked, so we had Kristen stall and we snuck down there to be closer to them. I remember bawling and falling to the ground and looking right at you, holding your hand. I remember telling each other they were just normal people. I remember running to the bathroom and falling to the ground. I couldn't get ahold of myself. I remember sneaking back to the back of the building with you. Oh, I remember that so vividly. I remember how you told the guy that you thought your dad parked back there. I remember those girls up in the window, pointing down at us. I remember the shadows in the bus. Those shadows that were so very, very important to us.

I remember it was pretty cold. I remember meeting that guy who was kind of weird but so nice. I remember waiting on them forever. But again, they never came.

I remember going home, and the girls in the car were blasting their music and my dad yelled out and told them that we were their girls, not them. I remember on the way there you had wrote me this note on the computer about us being best friends, and I still have that saved. I remember going to Sam's before the concert, and you took a picture of me in the parking lot. I remember how I knew, or I thought I knew, that we would be best friends forever.

I remember how that was and always will be the best night of my life.

I remember everything.
Everything. This isn't even half of our memories. This isn't even 1/4.

And I won't forget.
Ever.

Now, everything's changing. Everything and everyone is against us. Are we going to let all of this tear us apart?

If we do let that happen, I won't forget. And as I sit here and cry while I write this, I'm not forgetting. I'm remembering. I'll never even try to forget.

You have been the biggest part of my life, besides God. I couldn't explain to you what you mean to me.

And if this is the end....


I just want you to know I love you, and thank you, for everything.