Dear Amelia,

I hope you and your loved ones are well. There was no doubt that you would be the first one I would write to because you hold a very special place in my heart.

I will never forget the day you joined my class back in third grade. We had a lot in common: we didn't know Hindi at that time, we stayed in the U.S. for six years, we had notorious little brothers who would trouble us until we lost our sanity, and the list goes on. 

Now that I think about it, we could have been twins in our past lives. We bonded quickly, and sometimes our teachers would get angry because we keep chatting lot in class. Your crackhead energy always brightened my day. 

In fourth grade, you got jealous when I started hanging out with Jayanti more than you. Honestly, I don't blame you. I can get pretty possessive at times too. I was giving her extra attention because she was new. I never meant to put you on the side for her. She was just my best friend, and you were my BFFAE (Best Friend Forever And Ever). I'm so sorry for my past mistakes.

We had a lot of fun in fifth grade, but sadly, I had to leave the school. You gave me a card and a book of jokes (I still have it) on my last day. At least, I had your contact number so we could talk and text even when we were far apart. 

The day you told me you were going back to New York City, a year ago, was very bittersweet for me. I was sad that I could meet never you again, but I was happy that you would have a new beginning. I kept joking that I would come to the U.S. to meet you, and that came true.

I am moving to Miami because of my father's transfer. I would be leaving many things, but now, we are closer to each other than ever. We don't have to worry about time zones anymore. I will call you once I land. I am so excited to meet you again!

Missing you a lot!

With love,

Aisha

P.S. How is your brother, Aditya?

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Dear Khushi,

Have you ever heard of prophetic dreams? They are dreams that predict the future. The day before you came into my life as a new classmate I had a dream that I would show you everything and we would be best friends. That was the first prophetic dream I ever had. Everything that happened that day was exactly like my dream.

Our friendship was unique. People thought we hated each other, but we were nothing less than best friends. I looked up to you. You were everything I wanted to be. You were smart, pretty, sweet, and more.

You were perfect.

I was worried that you would push me away. I was scared that people would see me as your copy. I thought you would forget me, and I was envious that you were able to do things that I couldn't do in a year.

I am a terrible person for considering that, and I don't deserve you as a best friend. You were there for me when I was at my weakest. I made things more complicated for you. You never hated me when I was better. I hated you for a day, because of that stupid class test.

I was put in a different class through eighth grade, the year after I met you. We began to drift apart that year. We started seeing each other less, and we made new friends. It broke my heart when I told our squad that I was leaving the country. That day happened to be on the Monday of my last week. Everyone was shocked. My father got transferred, and I knew that since February 2019. My last day was very sad for me.

Khushi, I am sorry for everything I have done to you. I am so sorry for pushing you away. You deserve the best of everything, and I couldn't give you that. You deserve to feel special.

I hope you would forgive me someday.

With love,

Aisha

P.S. I miss you.

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Dear Manvi,

You were the first friend I made in sixth grade. The two of us were new students, and we became friends because of a city, Dubai. You used to stay there, and my father used to work there. During the last class, we talked about the city and the Burj Khalifa. I had no idea that would be the start of a unique friendship.

We were different, but that never stopped us. You were an artist, and I was a musician. You were an amazing friend. I wanted to get paired with you in projects, and I wished we were in the same team during co-curricular activities (I was in the yellow team and you were in the blue team). 

The seventh grade was fun. Until our class teacher assigned seats to us, we would sit with each other every day. We would share food, and by the way, your mother's kheer is incredible. You had taken an interest in dancing and you had a solo during Annual Day. It was amazing.

The eighth grade was painful for me. You were sad when I couldn't see you, and I always tried to cheer you up either by food or a funny joke. When I told you guys about the transfer, you wanted to talk to me alone. I was confused at that time, but after you told me the truth, it made so much sense. 

You said that you trusted me more than anyone else. You said that you were more comfortable talking to me than others. You said that you didn't want me to go. Your words made me cry. I never knew I meant that much to you. Thank you for telling me that.

I told you that everything would be okay, and I gave you my phone number. I started spending a lot of time with you because I didn't want my best friend to be sad during the rest of the year. During summer vacation, I contacted you every other day. 

Manvi, you are incredibly creative and kind. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

I wish you the best for the future.

Missing you to the moon and back.

With love,

Aisha

P.S. Remember me when you become a world-famous artist!

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