An Open Letter To My High School Best Friend

An Open Letter To My High School Best Friend

"You're my person, you will always be my person"
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Dear Best Friend,

This is a much long overdue appreciation letter for everything you do. So please bare with me through this super sappy letter because I know you're going to be rolling your eyes through most of it.

First I would like to say thank you for being one of my first friends our freshman year. Going to a new school is always scary, and going to a new high school where everyone has known each other since they were three, seemed terrifying to little 14 year old me. But nonetheless you (among with other people) welcomed me with open arms and treated me with as much love as you did with your other friends whom you've known you're whole life.

Thank you for singing with me in freshman bio, for always giving me a partner in 10th grade English, for surviving (barely) AP Bio, and keeping me sane during calculus. Basically, thank you for getting me through those four years, in our little tiny school, with everything it entailed, especially the last few weeks.

Thank you for being just as weird as me, for all the lunch dates, for putting up with my taste in music, for scaring away boys, for being my "girlfriend", for all the late night Facetime calls, for modeling with me for my mom, for being my date to senior prom, for giving me a second home, for all the adventures, and most importantly thank you for sticking by my side through everything.

You put up with my stubbornness and snap me back to reality when I need it and show me whats really important. You deal with my mental breakdowns and put things into perspective, and show me what I'm really worth. You love me unconditionally for who I am, and that is so much more than what I could ask for in a best friend.

Having you is like having a constant cheerleader (shut up I know what you're thinking). What I mean is that you're always in my corner supporting me with all of my decisions, no matter how crazy or stupid they may be.

In all honesty, I haven't known you that long... four going on five years, but I will remember you forever. You are the one person I tell literally everything to, it doesn't matter how weird, or gross or stupid my stories are you are always right there laughing with me or going along with my dumb ideas I have at one o'clock in the morning.

You have become a part of my crazy Portuguese family and everyone loves you as if you were blood related. You have become another sister to not only me but to Jill as well, and lord help her when she gets a boyfriend...the two of us are worse than if she had an older brother.

Also, a quick thank you in advance for being my future nurse when I'm a PA, a godmother to my kids, for being in my wedding, and for being my lifelong best friend because I don't think I could make it through life without you.

Thank you for everything you do, and thank you for being my person.


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Thank you, for leaving me.

Thank you, for leaving me when I was little.

Thank you, for not putting me through the pain of watching you leave.

Thank you, for leaving me with the best mother a daughter could ask for.

I no longer resent you. I no longer feel anger towards you. I wondered for so long who I was. I thought that because I didn't know half of my blood that I was somehow missing something. I thought that who you were defined me. I was wrong. I am my own person. I am strong and capable and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

In my most vulnerable of times, I struggled with the fact that you didn't want me. You could have watched me grow into the person that I have become, but you didn't. You had a choice to be in my life. I thought that the fact that my own father didn't want me spoke to my own worth. I was wrong. I am so worthy. I am deserving, and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

You have missed so much. From my first dance to my first day of college, and you'll continue to miss everything. You won't see me graduate, you won't walk me down the aisle, and you won't get to see me follow my dreams. You'll never get that back, but I don't care anymore. What I have been through, and the struggles that I have faced have brought me to where I am today, and I can't complain. I go to a beautiful school, I have the best of friends, I have an amazing family, and that's all I really need.

Whoever you are, I hope you read this. I hope you understand that you have missed out on one of the best opportunities in your life. I could've been your daughter. I could have been your little girl. Now I am neither, nor will I ever be.

So thank you for leaving me because I am happy. I understand my self-worth, and I understand that you don't define me. You have made me stronger. You have helped make me who I am without even knowing it.

So, thank you for leaving me.

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Dear Freshman Year Roommate, Thank You For Being Someone I Always Looked Forward To Hanging Out With

From the first moment we met and bonded over our love for bubble tea, I knew our friendship was going to be special.

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When I was applying for college, I was concerned with supplemental essays, SAT scores, scholarship applications and letters of recommendation. I never took a moment to stop and wonder "What happens once I get in?"

Finally, the fateful day arrived where I made my college decision. I bought a sweatshirt from the George Washington University store. My mom decorated my High School locker with our colors. And most importantly, I sighed a breath of relief imagining how refreshing it was going to be to ride out the rest of my senior year without the stress of college deadlines weighing on my shoulders.

Unfortunately, that blissful serenity was cut short when I joined a Facebook group of admitted students, where profiles of smiling teenagers flashed on my screen accompanied with the fateful "I'm looking for a roommate."

A roommate. I obviously knew that I needed a roommate. It was common sense, yet for some reason, I had failed to consider the logistics of finding a roommate until that moment.

See, my mom helped me through my college process, but times were different back then. She described showing up to her college on the first day, not knowing who she had been randomly assigned. There was no Facebook, Snapchat or Instagram to help you communicate with the girls on the other side of the country-- or sometimes even on the other side of the world.

This was a new, unexplored territory where my mother's wealth of knowledge sadly fell short.

Lucky for me, I was accepted into an honors program which restricted the list of girls available to be my roommate to a list of about twenty-five. We created a google document which asked basic questions like "Are you a night owl or earlier riser?"

Even still, I had no idea how to pick someone who I would be compatible to live with for the next year of my life. The stakes felt high, but I was reassured by the fact that I grew up sharing a room with my siblings, learning some important skills about being low-maintenance and tolerant of others' habits.

I read through the list and found someone whose answers sounded similar to mine, figuring we had enough in common to be amicable, if nothing more, throughout the school year. Her name was Riya, and she had a cute Instagram, so I messaged her asking if she wanted to try and room together. She agreed and we put each other down as roommates when applying for housing.

Looking back, that decision was the best one that I made when preparing for GW.

Throughout my freshman year, I have heard horror stories about roommates who fight all the time, steal each other's clothes, refuse to clean or try and micromanage the other's sleep schedule.

All the while, I count my lucky stars that my roommate is not only sane but someone who I genuinely look forward to spending time with. We share ice cream and inside jokes. When the weather was heating up and the university refused to turn on the air conditioning, we even shared our fans.

It comforts me to know that at the end of even the worst days, I can come back to my room and laugh or cry (sometimes both) with her by my side.

I remember once, I was having trouble with another group of friends. I felt alone and isolated. I felt like there was nobody who I could talk to apart from my mom or my best friend from home, who are both supportive and incredible but don't know any of the characters in my life in the same way as someone here at school.

I have a bad habit of struggling to reach out to people when I'm going through something, figuring I am strong enough to handle it on my own.

While that may sometimes be true, thanks to Riya, I didn't have to. I ended up telling her everything. She listened to me rant, understanding how I was hurt, and advising me on the situation.

I felt so much better after our conversation, and the best part was, I didn't have to leave the comfort of my bed for the entire conversation.

Her friendship reminded me of my family, and honestly, she has acted like a sister to me over the past two semesters.

It is so wild reflecting on the year, knowing that next semester we will be going our separate ways, living with respective friends in buildings a couple of blocks away from each other.

However, even when the posters are off the walls and signs reading "Riya" and "Emilie Joe" no longer stick to the outside of our door, I know that the bond we created in room 217 will never leave us.

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