Dear CBF,

It’s been a while.

It’s so crazy to think that we only see each other a few times a year, even though we live five minutes away from each other. Who knew our lives would turn out so different?

This might sound weird, but I talk about you all the time. All my best teenage stories come from your after-school shenanigans.

And even though we stopped going to school together six years ago, sharing a locker with you feels like yesterday. I still remember how all your books would slide off the shelf whenever I opened it… which drove me nuts.

I’m not going to get sappy because you’ll just make fun of me for it, but I am SO excited to see you tonight. (One word: nachos.)

It’s nice to know you’ll always be there for me, even though we don’t usually have the same problems. It’s like a space of non-judgement - a permanent bond. Thank you for the life lessons. Usually, I need them.

We’re close enough to understand each other, but distant enough to not be able to judge too harshly. It’s nice to have an outsider view. I’m glad we’re so different - it gives us something to talk about. And does it really matter when we both find the same things funny? The stories you tell me can never see the light of day, but I’m practically weeping just thinking of how hilarious they are.

I’d be mortified if anyone else ever saw or heard the way we sing our hearts out in the car. We both suck, but I wouldn’t give it up for the world. Even though we don’t have much in common anymore, I’m so lucky to have a best friend like you. I said I wouldn’t get sappy, but it looks like I did anyway - I know you’re going to read this and make fun of me, so I’ll stop.

Still love you though. Tell your mom I say hi. In the meantime, I’ll continue liking all your Instagram pictures.