A Letter: A Never Ending Conversation

My best friend Maria and I have known each other since the second grade and have been friends since the third.  I can't remember what caused us to bond in those early years, but we must have seen something amazing in each other & thought to ourselves "Hey, this is an awesome person."

Years pasted and high school was approaching for both of us. We were both in different middle schools at this point but we were still the best of friends.  There were constant sleepovers at each other's houses and lots of phone calls.  The summer before we were to become freshman in high school, a blow rocked our world:  Maria was moving.  And it wasn't a small move either.  It was a move that would take her to the other side of the country.

Like many teen girls, we promised to stay in touch.  (Totally going to date myself here).  It would be hard for us to call each other (long distance phone calls on a land line phones could get expensive) and the Internet was still in it's infancy stages.  So we did what any person would do in order to keep in touch: we wrote.

We wrote long letters, short little notes on postcards, coded letters written in the wingdings font, and fun little notes stashed within in gifts to each other.  As we got older, the letters got more in-depth, revealing deeper insights into each other.  Our gifts to each other got more mature and even sillier as time went on.

My most recent postcard

Even though we are adults, calling each other has gotten cheaper, the letters still come and go.  And they mean as much now as they did when we started so many years ago.