BestestFriendContest

Dear Lili, Distance did not destroy us, it made us. These days, our memories are like water slipping through clasped fingers. “You were hiding behind your mother,” you told me about the first time we met face-to-face. “No, I wasn’t, I was standing right in front of her,” I said back, and then we both laughed. Why did that matter? We met. We blazed our path to friendship through our words. Meeting in the hallowed green passageways of deviantART was just the start. From comments, it escalated to notes, then to handwritten letters arriving in my suburban Australian letterbox. dA prints. Mix CDs. A panda painting.