You ask me: “Do you think about someone special?”
The answer is: “Yes, I do.”
It’s been a long time since I last felt that way.
Since then, I’ve changed.
I’ve grown.
I’ve learned.
I’ve found myself.
And I think about her often.
Her name is Sherry.
She was my best friend since grade school.
We used to study together, play together, and fun together.
We were inseparable.
But then, we graduated and went our separate ways.
We didn’t talk much after that.
But I kept in touch by phone and email.
And eventually, we met again in person.
We had a great time, and we’re still friends today.
I think about her often, and I hope to see her again.
But more importantly, I think about the good times we’ve shared.
The memories we’ve created.
The bond we’ve shared.
And I’m grateful for every moment we’ve been together.
She’s been an important part of my life, and I’m proud to call her my friend.
