To my best friend at my rival school.
To the blonde to my brunette.
To my future bridesmaid.
To the glue in the friend group.
To my forever friend.
To my roommate after graduation (EEEEP!).
You know who you are.
Saying, "...it sucks without you here," is beyond an understatement. Going to a different school, hours away from your best friends, had to be hard.
Going from weekly brunches and late-night ice cream runs, to only seeing you on short weekends and breaks, wasn't easy for any of us.
It feels like we are entirely different people than we were in high school, yet WE still haven't changed. You have remained a constant in my life throughout life-changing trials and changes. Growing with you and getting to see all of the amazing stuff in your life happen from afar is incredibly surreal.
I am so proud of your tenacity, diligence, dedication and the woman you've become.
Though we may not get the chance to talk everyday, you are always only a phone call or text away. If anything, it makes the times we do get to talk more meaningful.
I am who I am, because of who you are as a person, and the friend you’ve been to me. Hundreds of miles will never change that. When I can’t have you near me, I have the memories with me always, and the hope in my heart to make new ones.
Though I'm incredibly jealous of your new friends who get to see you as often as they want, it's worth not being a Nole. All jokes aside, the most important thing I want you to take from this is that I will always make you a priority.
We're at the point in college where it's nothing but hectic, and things are gonna get crazy. But without a doubt, [your favorite Gators and] I will always make time for you.
Most friendships from high school fizzle out, but you’ve not only proven to me that our friendship can still thrive without your physical presence, but also proved how strong our friendship truly is. (Which says a lot because being friends with the enemy is hard, okay.)
Our schools may be rivals, but I will always root for you. With the exception of football season. Then you're going down.
With love,
[One of] Your Gator(s)
