An Open Letter to my Best Friend of 13 Years

If you're from a small town, you understand the benefits of having no strangers in your grade and class. I was friends with and knew everyone in my class. In first grade, we both joined the Girl Scouts and got closer in the small group.

Everything changed in third grade though. I invited you over to my grandmother's house to swim and that's when we really began to become friends. As the years grew on, we grew closer and closer. I was so scared that when I moved off to college, we'd stop talking. However, four years after me moving away, we still hang out and talk all the time. You're sitting across the room from me as I type this, actually.

We've had our arguments and weeks where we wouldn't talk, but we always realized how dumb we were being and that we needed each other. You're the only friend that I know that no matter the distance or where life takes us, I can still text "Girl. I got some drama" and you'll immediately text back with much enthusiasm "TELL ME NOW."

We're similar enough to bond but compliment each other just enough to not clash too much. For example, we both hate the pretzels in Chex Mix, but you have a love for Future and I have a love for Drake. If you loved Drake as much as I do, we might have to have a few too many arguments over something petty like who has dibs on a celebrity.

In case I've never told you, I love you.

You are always there to give me advice and help me pick the perfect Instagram caption. Whenever I have the urge to go somewhere or do something, you're always down. You're my go-to for whenever I plan my imaginary vacations. We both know we'll never go on these vacations, but it doesn't stop us from planning this trip for the next week and googling hotels and prices. I couldn't see myself doing life with anyone else, and so I say: thank you, Savannah.