Twelve years you've spent wiping away tears, calling me when I have so much to do but you just want to vent about your day, going on spontaneous trips and being there for me through it all. I am so grateful to call you my best friend.
Best friends are there to push you out of your comfort zone but also let you fall back in it. The people who always have your wildest memories with and know your secrets that even your mom doesn't know.
I'll miss making you watch every scary movie in theaters and making you drive 30 minutes with me just to get a smoothie. I'll also miss you making cookie dough not even to cook but just to eat, or getting yelled at by the elderly people who live beside me.
Last year as you went off to school I was worried that we would each have so much fun and we would make so many friends that we would drift apart, but I think that just brought us together even more. It made me realize that even if we went a few days, which rarely happened, we would always pick up where we left off.
Finally, As you go off on year two, I hope you're as successful as you've always wanted to be. I hope that you meet that cute boy who smiles at you every time he catches a glimpse of you at brick and I hope, like always, you won't find anyone to replace me.