Why I don't want to abandon this friend:

Her memory is better than mine. She remembers everything from our childhood. She remembers the color of my bike and our favorite swimming holes and TV shows. She remembers foods we ate, boys we had crushes on, and even our dreams. She is literally the keeper of the memories.

Our dear mothers are both dead. We have the memories of our mothers, together.

We have secret words and nicknames from childhood.

We had many, many, many adventures together. Our childhood was kind of like living in a Nancy Drew book. We had dramatic lives because between us we had 12 siblings...most of them wild boys.

We can remember when we were young, beautiful, and sexy. We were both pretty sexy girly girls. We dated two brothers in high school. We were still having adventures in high school.

She had the greatest sense of humor. I am waiting for it to return. We used to laugh so much we would get out of breath and feel faint.

I love her like a sister. Is all. (And she's always acted like a Princess so that isn't really anything new. She never outgrew it.)