Biggy,

Well it's finally happening ... you're graduating. As I sit here with you all I can think is ... I think it's safe to say that I might be freaking out more than you, and you're the one who has to actually become an adult now. I'm writing this because by the time you see this you'll have already ripped my heart out during senior wills when you recap all our "appropriate" adventure stories to the whole house. So I only think it's fair that you get your heart throb printed in the newspaper. I know that everyone who knows us will understand that this is our form of affection and appreciation, so enjoy crying.

First off, don't you think that is a goodbye letter. You damn well know that just because you're graduating doesn't mean you can get rid of me and my annoying, overbearing self. You made a life long commitment to me by making me your little and I'm going to make sure that it stays that way. I just want to point out that this should come to no surprise because all the warning signs for someone being obsessed with another person were totally there since the day I met you. Now that the clinginess is cleared up, on to the point of this letter.

I want to say thank you. Thank you for putting up with me and all my drama. Thank you for listening to me cry over silly things that seriously ended up meaning nothing to me about a month later, but at the time seemed like they were ending my world. It means so much to me that you don't throw all those embarrassing moments back in my face, especially when I repeat the same mistakes over and over. I'm pretty sure you knew I was a cry baby from the very beginning; I mean the first time I met you on house tour day, I sat down next you and immediately started crying to about how tired I was. However, being a dramatic cry baby around you had its perks: let's get real, my birthday sign would be covered with pictures of me ugly crying and eating Doritos in front of TV screens if I hadn't made sure you didn't put them on there. By the way, I know that you still have all those saved as ammunition and, believe me, I have some good ones of you too. So if you want to start the ugly throwback picture war on Facebook in two years, bring it on.

Biggy, I want to make it clear how important and influential you are to me. You have pushed me to exceed any goal I make for myself, constantly encouraging me to go one step further towards my dreams. Meeting you has made me meet myself. Our friendship has made me find my career path, and when I doubted myself and my choices, you have reassured me that where I was going was where I was meant to be. You provided me with unconditional love — or maybe just the type of love you give a dog but still — I'll take that love because I know how much you're obsessed with your puggle. You have enlightened me with your guidance when I have lost my way in the dark. I know that even after you graduate that I will be able to call you when I'm in pieces and have you able to glue me back together. You are a woman I aspire to be like not only because your eyebrow game is on point and your crafting skills are phenomenal, but also because you are strong. You have the confidence of a drunk girl walking in heels; you know you got this.

So Biggy, thank you for being one of best role models a girl could ask for. Thank you for showing me how to be the perfect bit of sass, class, and bad a'**. Thank you for setting an example of what a strong, confident women should look like. Thank you for introducing me to myself, and most importantly, thank you for introducing yourself to me on house tour day.

Delta Love and All of Mine,

Your Precious Little