Dear Best Friend

Dear Best Friend

You've helped me to become a better person.

Dear Best Friend,

There is a common myth that men and women cannot be best friends and I'd like to disprove that. My best friend is male and this thank you is for him.

Before you I was a scared little girl who didn't know how to talk to boys, let alone look at them or react when they looked at me. Not much has changed outwardly (let's face it, we both know I'm awkward), but because of you I am a heck of a lot more confident on the inside. You remind me daily that I am beautiful, smart, funny, that men do desire me and that being in a relationship isn't everything. You've helped me to realize that I am not the reason that my past relationships failed and that I am worthy of love. I love you so much for that. I love you so much for being as warped as I am, or maybe a little more.

You give me the male perspective on a lot of things that I wouldn't understand otherwise. Together we have come to the conclusion that men and women are equally as crazy when it comes to certain things and therefore we can't judge each other's crazy without first looking at our own. You accept me for both my feminine and masculine traits and despite the fact that we come from different worlds.

You've taught me that sometimes the best therapy is to sit down, cuddle a cat, drink a beer and watch a movie. You've taught me that not everything deserves a reaction. You've given me a place of safety during a time when my own mind wasn't safe and I will forever be grateful for that. I've taught you that its okay to dance in the rain if it makes you happy and there is nothing wrong with admitting that you are not okay. We balance each other pretty well while also bringing out some of the best things in each other. We can fight like cats and dogs sometimes, but I always know that in less than twenty-four hours we will be back to normal.

You are such a beautifully dark soul and the things that you've taught me have changed me in ways that I'm not sure that I'll ever fully understand. We have so many inside jokes and movie references that other people just don't understand, it's almost like we have our own language. I never thought that we would become friends, let alone that you would become one of the most important people in my life. It is crazy that we have come all the way from hating each other to where we are now. You are not just my male best friend, you are my best friend period.


Your Prep Bitch <3

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.


So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?



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