Dear Pussy Kitten,

Well, it’s time that I finally write one for you, despite the fact that we tag each other in everything on Facebook that says “10 reasons your best friend is your soul mate” or “you know you’ve found your person if…” Whether it is cliché or outdone, no one shares the special bond that we do. Actually, no one does the weird shit that we do and I’m almost 100% sure no one can communicate without words as well as we can. I feel like it’s silly to write this, because since you are my soul mate, you already know how much I love you, but I thought it would be a nice mid-semester reminder to get you through the hangover you’re probably sporting today, since your snaps were straight fire last night.

First, it has to start with the thank you's:

Thank you for ALWAYS being there, and I mean always. I know I can always count on you to call, Facetime or text when I’m feeling down, excited or drunk. You’re always there to help me in sticky situations, like the time I changed your name in my phone to ‘mom’, so you could call and rescue me. FYI, you’re still mom in my phone, just in case that situation ever arises again.

Thank you for being my sister, and learning how to tell me when I’m being an asshole, because I was already way too good at telling you when you were being one. I knowe’re still working on it, but that’s all that matters. Our relationship takes as much work as a romantic one, and sometimes, I think I’d rather marry you if we’re being honest.

Thank you for having my back, hating the people I hate, and being an essential part of every dramatic situation I’m in. Our weekly Facetime dates are essential in finding out what’s gone on during that day, even though most times it feels like it has been a month since we talked last (because there’s always so much to talk about).

Thank you for being my biggest fan, constant supporter and always being in my corner. No matter what horrible decision I’m making, how dumb I’m being, or what mood I’m in, I know I can always come to you, no judgment. It’s an unwritten rule that no matter the mess either one of us are in, we’re there to help clean up, hide the body or ruin the girl’s life.

I don’t think there’s a single person who knows me better than you do. You’re a blessing in my life because I’ll call you sometimes and you’ll know what I’m thinking, what’s wrong and how to fix it before I even say a word. This goes hand in hand with the single look we have to give one another to know what the other is thinking.

After working together for what seems like an eternity, we have developed this sense for what the other is feeling. And we have just accepted the fact that people will always confuse us for one another, or mention that we look like sisters or twins.

I am so proud of the woman that you've become. You're so intelligent and you're doing the big and beautiful things I've always imagined you would. Despite the fact that I will always pick on you like my little sister, poke fun at your (sometimes) lack of common sense and blonde moments, you're fulfilling your dreams and I couldn't ask for anything more than that.

I can't wait for the day I get to plan your bachelorette party, make a beautiful, tear-jerking and comical speech at your wedding, and dance the night away in a dress that I will not hate (or i'll kill you). I expect that you anticipate all of the same for when the magical day happens for me, too. I especially know that we're going to be the only ones that will be able to handle each other's BRIDEZILLA moments.

To say that I miss you is an actual understatement. You living so far away has been a blessing for our friendship because I never realized how much your presence, or lack thereof, affects my life. However, I have gained the best appreciation for you and the fact that you’re actually my one and only human. It’s like you just waltzed into my life after some skepticism, and you became my sister. I’m not even sure that we ever went through the friendship stage. In fact, you just became a part of me as we sang Just A Kiss while standing on chairs in the rain at the Lady A concert on our first “date”.

I could probably go on all day about the countless concerts we've attended, parties we've thrown or been at, nights we don't remember, nights we unfortunately do remember, and so on. You make my life a whole lot better and I wouldn't want to know a world without you in it. Thank you for all you do each day. Thank you for being my best friend always. I love you endlessly!

Love,

Your Little Love Llama