There's a scar on my left knee that makes me think of you every time I look down and see the jagged dip in my kneecap. And without fail, I smile every single time.
I think back to middle school afternoons, feeling like I had found a true friend in this new town I found myself in. I think back to high school, when that true friend I made in junior high, the one I bonded with over pretend photoshoots by her pond, is teaching me (or trying to teach me) how to put on makeup and which drink I like or don't like. I think back to too many slumber parties to count, too many dying-of-laughter situations to possibly remember them all. To toga parties and to prank calls, to many nights and days and trips spent in that little white truck of yours, to comforting hugs and to notes and doodles passed in between classes, to secrets told and secrets kept, to a friendship that was so fun and so special.
Every time I see that scar, I laugh and I thank God for you.
Thank you & I love you, LT.