A Letter to an Old Friend

Friend of Yesteryear,
It's been quite some time since we spoke last, which has been somewhat of a hurdle to get used to. Of course, our last conversation was not one that I fondly remember. Throughout the years we have had our spats but this one was the one that finalized the friendship and sealed the deal.  We have grown into two totally different people, with different opinions and opposite lives.  However, it has been difficult since we have shared so much over the years and extricating you has been quite the process.
Remember how easy it was to be friends when we were young? Making friends as kids was as easy as hopscotch and was the only reason why I went to school besides the cute boys.  There were no raring judgements between us, or opinions to argue. But, as we grew older, the differences between us became so obvious that hanging out was a chore. 
As kids, we hung out everyday. I knew your phone number quicker than anyone's, including my own. Our names were said synonymous with each other and sleepovers were a weekly event.  We shared everything; food, money, clothes, and boys. Although, most of the time you usually got sloppy seconds.  Of course we had our spats...but nothing too serious. We got through hardships and break-ups together. Everything we did growing up was done together.  Maybe that is why it has been such a hurdle to move on without wanting to call or talk to you.  It's a habit that has forcibly been broken for the better good of both you and me.
Our differences really came out after high school ended and we moved in opposite directions of each other. I chose North, while you chose South.  I chose college and work, you chose partying and conception.  Extreme differences in how we chose to pursue life slowly but steadily broke our closely-knit friendship into a disgusting, messy, dusty rubble.  Two people who grew up with so much in common that grew drastically apart.
This hurdle has been a great one for me.  I do miss what we had but that does not take away from how great our friendship was and how many great times we spent together.  I will always fondly remember the good times; running around scantily clad hoping the neighbor boys would see us, singing "SHOOP" (by Salt n' Pepa) all the way to school everyday for months, getting drunk/high for the first time, pretending to make out in front of guys to freak them out...amazing memories. 
I hope life treats you well and that you find nothing but happiness, love, laughter and success.  Although we have grown apart and probably will never speak again, I will forever be grateful for what we shared as silly little kids playing in the dirt together.
Sincerely, Tiny