To My Best Friend — My Glinda,
There has been so many times where we’ve sat down and tried to pinpoint that exact moment we became best friends and to this day, I don’t think either of us know. But there’s beauty in that. Us becoming best friends wasn’t meant to take overnight. It wasn’t supposed to be a snap of the fingers or three heel clicks and we’re home.
I remember when I first tested how much I could trust you. Summer after sophomore year and, to say the least, I was lost. I was scared and I was lost. I had broken a tie with my previously believed-to-be best friend and felt as though I had no one to turn to. I emailed you paragraphs, pouring everything into them without thinking twice about it. I remember you talking me through the pain I was feeling. It was where the birth of our metaphors came.
The best friend status came sometime in junior year, I think. Towards the end of the year was when we started more secret sharing and inside joke making. And then there was Glee, bringing us together, and who else could I have annoyed everyone with Glee metaphors with? There was no one else but you who understood why Kurt and Rachel were the definition of best friend soulmates.
Then there were the Memorial Day Weekend Dates that only resulted in me never wanting to step foot into the Subway in Hunt Valley again and you never wanting Panera (at least, I think it was Panera…oops, I’m slacking on my best friend duties). You emailed me about your first heartbreak and I felt as though it was my heart was broken, seeing the sweetest guy I know have such a broken heart. Naturally, I replied with Klaine metaphors and sent you inspirational songs which I could only hope helped to fill the splits such a big heart.
From there on out, we shared it all. We became that inseparable duo. We went to prom together, graduated together and started college together. And you better believe that we have so many more things to do together.
When Elphaba sang, “So much of me/ Is made of what I learned from you/ You'll be with me/Like a handprint on my heart,” she may have well been speaking from my heart. As wonderful as all of my previous best friends had been, I can look back and see now what was missing in each of those relationships. They didn’t have your level of understanding and care. They didn’t get me like you get me. I couldn’t look at them and know what they were thinking.
You’ve met my family and you’ve loved them almost as much as I do. You don’t run away when I start rambling about Broadway or Jack Falahee (but let’s be real, who wouldn’t want to be sent pictures of him). You’ve let me suck you into the wonderful world of Toby’s Dinner Theatre, New York City and Michigan Rummy. And you’ve introduced me to the world of Hogwarts (yes, I’m actually just getting into "Harry Potter") and "Mad Men." Together we’ve entered Oz alongside Elphie and Glinda, fallen in love with "The Fosters" and changed each other for good.
Love,
Your Best Friend — Your Elphie
