This is for you, Dill. Because I miss you and you're not here. Because even if we're far far far apart, you're still here with me.

You brought me in with open arms. I'll never forget when you talked about my moving in as if it were a given, not a huge decision Kat had to make. It made me feel like I had a place to call home, and people that would want me to live there. That meant more than you'll ever know.

We bonded slowly, but strongly. It started with our mutual detestation for certain people and led to our mutual love for all things Harry Potter, cheese and music that makes us get the feels we hate getting.

You went from my roommate's girlfriend to my friend. We would sit there together and do homework in between classes. You understood the beauty of being alone... together. That's right. I just brought Fall Out Boy into this. It's real now. You had bees and I had ballet and we were both tired all the time.

Then we found out we have like everything in common. Equestrian? Yep. Poetry? You bet. Converse? Always. Even the stuff we don't like to talk about we share. But for real, who can put on shoes standing up. That's just a bunch of malarkey, McMurray. See what I did there? I know you're rolling your eyes right now.

You grew from my friend to my confidant to my best friend. A title neither of us take lightly by any means. From John Mulaney to what I will refer to as March Madness to ice cream at Ziggy's wondering why those two girls were staring at us. They were just jealous of us.

Now we share everything. You're the first person I call in crisis and the first person I think of when someone talks about their best friend. You convince me to step outside my comfort zone, and you always support me. I know you'll hate me because this will give you the feels but I feel it too so don't worry. You're never alone. You're the Sirius to my James, mischievous and adventurous with an incredibly kind heart... and a pony tail.

I miss you and your pony tail. I miss when we always had lunch together and Crows Nest on the weekends. I miss having Brooklyn accents that are too on point. It's scary how good we are at that. I miss you being down for anything and always being there. We became best friends because suddenly we were just there, in each other's lives. In retrospect, it could've turned out very bad if we weren't both so awesome. But thank God we're as cool as Poison Ivy and Harley. I love ya' Dill, and I can't wait to be your official roommate and best friend next quarter.