Goodbye

When I first met you,
you hid behind your dad.
I stood in front of my mom,
and we stared at each other.
Flash forward a month or so,
and we're in my bedroom,
playing with my dollhouse and kicking all the dolls out so the animals could live there instead.
For the next three years,
making up different imaginary games,
all so complex we forgot half of it before we started actually playing.
We would drive your older brother crazy,
and pull pranks on his friends.
Do you remember our prank war?
I do.
We would dress up in dresses that were way too big,
or take down all the curtains in the house (much to my mom's frustration)
just so we could play goddess girls and wear chiffons,
but we pronounced them shitons (mentally laughing at that).
We would make really random videos about nothing in particular,
and find them funny for no good reason.
We would get into huge fights about who got to be Anna and who got to be Elsa, who got to be the big sister and who got to be the baby.
And it was everything to us.
We saw each other literally every day.
I'm not even kidding.
You would help me with my spelling and I would help you with your math.
And we both loved to dance and sing,
but were just as happy to sit on the couch and do nothing.
And our favorite snack was apples and cheese,
and our favorite meal was mac and cheese.
Why am I writing all this?
So I remember.
Because then I moved away.
And we saw each other less and less.
And we grew up apart.
And now you're a sporty girl who desperately tries to be popular,
but at the same time wants to be original and doesn't care about boys at all,
who still tries to dress up your cat.
And I have become a semi-gothic theater fanatic, who doesn't like to exercise,
unless it's dancing,
who is original and popular and has a boyfriend she talks about way too much.
And you don't like dance anymore.
And all we do when we hang out is watch YouTube.
And I haven't seen you for months.
But looking through boxes of random stuff in my room recently,
I found all my animals that we used to play with.
A card you sent me when you went away for more than forty-eight hours.
The dolls we used to have fashion shows with.
The pictures and videos we took.
And all the dresses that don't fit us anymore.
And now we're both teenagers.
And we met when we were eight.
So we're drifting apart,
and it's really sad.
But I have a new best friend,
and so do you.
And we don't invite each other to our birthday parties anymore.
So I guess this is goodbye.
A goodbye you'll never see.
Goodbye my best friend for longer than I've ever had one,
my twin whose name also starts with a G,
Goodbye.