Andrea,
What’s been left unsaid? Not much; that’s what. You’ve been a best friend since we’ve been little tikes. I remember your big green glasses, your thick somewhat straight-somewhat curly hair with huge bows, our matching friends shirts, you always wanting to dress up in my previous ballet costumes, tapping elbows switching from Mrs. Bunce to Mrs. Panfilli’s class, being in the same class finally in the fifth grade, you being a tennis superstar in middle school, your dad calling you “Mo” from the sidelines in soccer, keeling over when Melanie held Saturday morning practices, going to Houston Science Fair in ninth grade together, making Mrs. Griffon a new ticket box for Algebra, running 100’s along side you with Coach Svenson, pretending to do Calculus homework, visiting you at work, you visiting me at work, going to English and being the only kids who read the book, telling Mr. Messina to “Slow down!”, being so stressed out at NHS ceremonies, talking about Coach Agodoodoo being completely insane, watching a crazy amount of Sex and the City, and waking up at 3:30am to surprise a friend on the day she left for college.
So really… what is left to say. We’ve fought like all good friends do. (Fortunately, we’ve matured from the stage where you would call your mom at my house to tell her I was being mean, and I would run to my mom to tell her you were being unfair) But most importantly, no one makes me feel the way you do. I’m so lucky to have maintained such a beautiful friendship with you all these years, and I know it will remain that way till we’re old and wrinkly.
I’m so lucky to have a friend so hard to say goodbye to. Love,

Lisa
Gill,
I love the fact that we were such good friends when we were little tikes because it seems more like ‘reunited friends’ rather than ‘friends for the first time.’
Somehow, I never got close to you until right before you left Ball High. I actually remember being skeptical about you when others would talk, because I wasn’t sure how I felt about another girl who people liked so well. I was wrong, fortunately. And I came to love you just as everyone else does. I remember sitting by you at one of Molly’s plays, freezing at your birthday party waiting for our table to be called, watching you as a secretary in Lil Abner, you coming to your rightful (Ball High’s) prom, your awesome graduation CD that made me cry listening to it, missing you so much in Greece, sliding down the slides at Jungle Surf and injuring ourselves, playing Putt Putt and tying for first with you, and walking along side you at the beach on Ashley and Katie’s last night.
Like you said in your letter, it’s hard to be serious around you because we both love to laugh around each other. But seriously, I’m going to miss you so much next year. I’m so lucky to have a friend so hard to say goodbye to,
Remember… “Come back to Texas. It’s just not the same since you went away!” Love,
Lisa