Dear Twin,

Remember when we first met? I was the new girl that everyone thought looked scary. It the first volleyball practice of the summer and my first event at a new school. We were both in 7th grade and, to me, it seemed like you had a lot of friends. You came up and said hey to me. That one moment changed my life. You probably didn't know that at the time. How could you have? How could you have known that before I walked into that gym, I had a panic attack? How could you have known that I had dreaded starting a new school because I was afraid I wasn't going to make any friends? How could you have known that I needed you at that moment more than anything? You couldn't have known all that. All you knew was that I was a new girl and that I needed a friend.

Remember when I called you late one night to tell you my grandfather had died? We had been friends for about three years and you were the only person I wanted to talk to. You knew what to say and how to say it. You knew that the best thing for me was to let me cry. You drove up for the funeral and let me tell you stories about my grandfather. You knew how to comfort me and how to help me make it through those next few weeks. I honestly don't know how I would have made it if it wasn't for you.

Remember all those times we laughed until we cried? Most of the times, I couldn't remember why we were laughing. With tears streaming down my face, I would think "Nothing can top this! This was the funniest thing someone has ever said." Then, you would say something even funnier, and we would start laughing again. I'm pretty sure I have secret abs because of the laughing we did. Even now, certain things will always make me think of you and laugh. Like the word 'zest' or the letter 'K' or the phrase 'rubber ducks will one day rule the world!' Why didn't we start a comedy act?

I guess I just want to say thanks. Thanks for always being there for me. Thanks for sharing my strange sense of humor. Thanks for having my back. Thanks for somehow managing to see me every time I do something stupid. Thanks for stealing my potatoes when I wasn't looking. Thanks for making up nicknames for people so we could talk about them and no one would know. Thanks for taking weird selfies with me. Thanks for always going to Moe's with me. Thanks for always tagging me in spider pictures on Facebook to scare me. Thanks for being my movie buddy, my sister, my person, and, most of all, my best friend!

Love,

Lars