hi mattie.

Every two weeks, huh? I’m not really sure how that happened. Or didn’t happen I guess. But it did. All the days we spent and all the conversations we shared ended with the season, just like we swore it wouldn’t. It makes me sad when I think about it. Or when i’m telling stories about those days to other people, thinking about how they wouldn’t understand unless they were there, and I realize we let the closeness we formed go. And I realize what good friends we were and how we shared secrets that we promised not to tell anyone. And I can proudly say that still today no one knows those things. There were things I was more comfortable talking to you about then anyone else. I couldn’t imagine the season without you there. We were the outcast of the distance team really. Being that neither of us had done cross country like the other girls and that we would laugh and play while the others panted and sweated. Not to say we didn’t work hard. Cause we did. We went through the same miles and the same workouts. But we had more fun joking around in the sun then the other girls. I’ve never met someone who I instantly clicked with like you. Or felt so welcomed and accepted by. And I thank you for that. Thanks for making that rainy spring and those torturous runs bearable. For skipping out and leaving with me when the workouts were too burdensome. For being the only one who was equally as scarred as me the day when Henry lifted up his shirt. And for just being Mattie, because at that time of the year, that’s what I really needed.

So while we don’t dance in the cold rain running infinite circles on dirty black pavement singing at the top of our lungs, thinking for the warm summer days ahead; remember that I’m always here for you when you need me. Because you were there for me when I needed a Mattie.

To many days together before this year ends.
(hopefully)

Kara.