Dear Best Friend,
You know who you are. Other people probably have no idea. But you know it's you. At times, I've doubted if we were even friends. The thing about me is that I'm too trusting. You'd think that after everything, I would be more reserved. But every time I meet someone, and we become friends I get attached. Even if I know it probably won't last. I get attached. Every time I try to keep a secret from you it just slips between my fingers and I become and open book. Yet I know you have some secrets hidden beneath your dark eyes. Sometimes I look at you and I know exactly what you are thinking. But most times, your face is unreadable as Greek to me. Even though I've known you all these years, I still can't read you. There's so much I want to tell you, but I just can't find the words. And then there's the few things that I could never tell you, because they would hurt you. But maybe I can tell you just one. I'm sorry.
-Elena