Dear Big,

Whenever I think about how you're not going to be here next year, it makes me sad. I can't imagine not being able to go over to your apartment and get your advice or go shopping with you at Wegman's. I can't imagine not being able to sleep over and have pillow talk. You're my partner in crime. You convince me to do things I wouldn't do otherwise because you believe in me. You give me the push I need to work hard because you work so hard yourself. You have let me cry to you so many times and made me laugh until my stomach started hurting too many times to count. You've dealt with my nervous texting and so much more. (I'm still not sure how you have done it.) I know you'll just be a text away, but I can't help but be selfish and wish that we could be together for just a little while longer. We'll still see each other over breaks, but I've become spoiled by being able to see you on campus almost every day.

I cannot imagine my college experience without you in it. It is so hard to believe that as of the middle of next month, you will no longer be a college student. You'll have graduated and be considered a Binghamton alumna. Although I am so sad to see you go, I know you're going to do amazing things. I know it's cheesy to say, but the world really is your oyster. You have so much ahead of you and it's just beginning. College is fun, but I think what you're about to experience is ten times better.

Right now things may be up in the air, but I have no doubt that you'll have things figured out before you know it. You are incredibly hardworking and intelligent. Some employer is going to be so lucky to have you. I know that no matter what you decide to do these next few years, whether it's working or grad school, you're going to do so well. It sounds cheesy to say, but these things always work out. There is no reason that you won't do well. We both know that you have prepared yourself the best you can. You are doing all the right things. Second-semester senior year is a stressful time, but you're handling it with grace and a smile.

The real world may seem scary, but don't forget that it will be so lucky to have you in it. I'll be rooting for you, and crossing my fingers that things will go the way you want them too(not that you need it). I love you to the moon and back again. Thank you for being you. Never forget that you always have a place to stay when you want to visit Binghamton. Don't worry, you can bet I'll be nervous texting you next year.

Love,

Your Little