A/N: This is a letter/poem that I wrote for my best friend. This winter break, she decided something that meant she wasn't coming back to school. We are now 3000 miles away from each other and the lack of being able to see my best friend is painful. But she made this decision and it's something that she wants to do. It's something that makes her happy. For that reason, I'm okay with not being able to see her.

Disclaimer: Corny and Luis (c) Holly Black, one of my best friend's favorite authors. They don't belong to me. c:

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To my best friend,

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter that you're my best friend.

It doesn't matter that you're the first best friend I've ever had in my entire life.

It doesn't matter how we skipped through the mall the first day we met.

It doesn't matter that it's been three years.

It doesn't matter how much we've changed.

It doesn't matter that we wear makeup now.

It doesn't matter how cute you look with short hair.

It doesn't matter how much you hate being called cute.

It doesn't matter how we like the colors of each other's eyes.

It doesn't matter how I changed because of you.

It doesn't matter that I'm a better person.

It doesn't matter that I'm more responsible.

It doesn't matter that I can be myself around you.

It doesn't matter that I can't be myself around other people.

It doesn't matter that you broke my shell.

It doesn't matter that you threw away my mask.

It doesn't matter that I'm rebuilding my shell and replacing my mask.

It doesn't matter that I smile to distract myself from what I'm really feeling.

It doesn't matter that a good many smiles from now on will be plastic.

It doesn't matter that I never wore a plastic smile around you.

It doesn't matter how much you coming into my life affected me.

It doesn't matter how much you leaving my life is affecting me.

It doesn't matter that once I found out, I didn't cry.

It doesn't matter that night I cried myself to sleep to a playlist I made of songs that remind me of you.

It doesn't matter that the song I cried to first was from Spongebob.

It doesn't matter that I'm crying as I write this.

It doesn't matter that I never really liked him.

It doesn't matter that I think he didn't like me either.

It doesn't matter how many of my chewable orange vitamin C tablets you ate.

It doesn't matter how you hate spelling and grammar.

It doesn't matter how slowly you type.

It doesn't matter how you speak just as slowly.

It doesn't matter how fast I speak or how fast I type.

It doesn't matter how I can't tell a story from just my head.

It doesn't matter how you can't tell a story when you write it down.

It doesn't matter how we tell stories best the way the other can't tell stories.

It doesn't matter that we might not see each other again.

It doesn't matter that you promised not to go until you graduated.

It doesn't matter that now that's a lie.

It doesn't matter that you messed up playing the piano because you saw me in the audience.

It doesn't matter that you're the Corny to my Luis.

It doesn't matter that your name isn't really Jamie Smith and mine's not Taylor McGee.

It doesn't matter that if you were a guy, I'd be head over heels.

It doesn't matter that even when you were upset, I didn't do anything.

It doesn't matter that I'm terrible at comforting people.

It doesn't matter how many awkward silences we shared because of that.

It doesn't matter how many comfortable silences we shared as well.

It doesn't matter that we took pictures in a photo booth.

It doesn't matter that the ones I took home are already fading.

It doesn't matter how many pictures we took together.

It doesn't matter that we share different viewpoints.

It doesn't matter how you're friends with my dad on Facebook.

It doesn't matter how you think you're fat and gross.

It doesn't matter how you're beautiful.

It doesn't matter that I forgot I buried those dead baby birds with you.

It doesn't matter that you were faster than me in school.

It doesn't matter that we haven't spent much time together lately.

It doesn't matter how many weird inside jokes we have.

It doesn't matter that none of them make sense.

It doesn't matter that we even made up inside jokes just to have them, even though they had no real meaning.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

What matters is that you're happy.

You made a decision that makes you happy.

I hope you never regret it.

Although we're now separated, this is for the best.

I'm happy you're doing what you want.

I'm happy you're following your dreams.

I'm happy that you'll do well.

I'm happy because you're happy.

The only thing I ask is that you remember me.

Remember who I am, the good things, the bad things.

Remember the laughs and the tears.

Remember everything we shared.

Drinks, food, candy, memories.

When I become a writer, I'll write a book.

It'll be the one we started so long ago.

There'll be some changes.

But I'll make a special copy just for you.

You'll read it for me, right?

And if someday we meet again, let's go on that roadtrip, yeah?

I love you.

Forever and always,

Your Best Friend.