A letter to someone I used to know xo

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I hate goodbyes. They’re never what you imagine them to be, or even worse, they’re exactly what you imagine. You were not only my best friend, you were my sister. When we became close I was entering into the darkest stage of my life, unknown to me. With that stage came an endless amount of pain, confusion, and loss. I look back on everything I endured and who I became during the worst of it, and I’m so thankful for happiness. You knew the old me, better than anybody. You knew the sad girl who struggled to get out of bed each morning, and the girl who laid down at night with Jack Daniels and Johnnie Walker. I hate that you’ll never know the girl I’ve become; who I am now. It feels good to laugh again and just live. It feels amazing, actually. You reminded me during one of the weakest moments of my life, “This too shall pass” and you were right. Sadness shades over the little things; the smell of expensive coffee, the poetic words of a great novel, falling asleep to the sound of waves crashing, and the comfort of knowing you’re safe and warm in bed, while outside a snowstorm roars silently. I never thought our story would come to an end, but I still re-read my favorite chapters and smile. I believe that our memories belong to the city now. The sidewalks stole our conversations, and our laughter still echoes through the restaurants we brunched at (may everyone enjoy unlimited mimosas). I hope you get your bench in Central Park one day, because there’s no one more New York than you, or anyone who deserves a memorial bench in the city that never sleeps, more than you. You introduced me to a world that although, wasn’t what I wanted for myself, is a world that I’ll never forget. I still smile when I see an elephant, and the image of you cringing comes to mind whenever I listen to country music. I’ll never drink a martini again without thinking of you, and us stumbling into taxi cabs late at night (promise). Maybe one day, years from now, we will run into each other in the city. We’ll say hello and tell each other all about our amazing lives, and briefly nod at the past. I will always wish you the absolute best, in everything that you do. Thank you for everything.

Love, Little


The Author

Hi loves, I'm a New Jersey writer, published author, and blogger with an immense passion for love, lifestyle, and drama. I'm the luckiest mama in the world to Greyson Bryce and my heart belongs to Andrew. The Greyson Diaries, an ongoing blog series is based off of my daily experiences as a young mom and my love for my son. I also worked in the fashion/marketing industry from age sixteen until becoming a mama at age twenty-three, which drives my passion for fashion, design, and creativity. I published a book (Deployed) that I wrote while I was still in high school dealing with boys, tears, parties, and gossip and I blossomed into a blogger and a more developed writer. I don't blog to impress...I blog to inspire. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here. Xo Instagram: lizziemognoni Email: lizziemognoni@gmail.com

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