The term best friend seems so silly and possessive now but when I was younger it held so much power and with this came the silly argument that ended the best friendship I ever had.
We were inseparable, she was the Dionne to my Cher and I let that go.
It’s the age old story; she moved school, met new people and all of a sudden I felt I was no longer her ‘Best Friend’, so I confronted her when I should have just been happy being her friend at all.
She has now done fantastic things with her life and maybe my silly, selfish remark was some greater cosmic force at work insuring that I did not hold her back; but it is more likely me being an idiot.
It is due to this blog that we have gotten back in touch which is fantastic but I feel like I have missed out on so much of her life.
She recently told me that I write with such honesty, so what a better time to say what has plagued my mind for near on eleven years now.
So here it is, my public apology to my ex best friend, an ode to all the secret spy club missions, the non band band practices and all the week long summer sleepovers.