Hey, girl! Here's hoping you're okay with sappy thank you letters posted publicly for everyone to see because that's what this is!
I just have to say: you are a saint and a blessing. I mean, who else would listen to me drone on and on about work and life and dumb boys who need to stay in their lane? Who else would get excited over an amazing sale on fruit snacks in Weis at 10PM? Who else would bring me my own little tub of Ben & Jerry's in January after spraining my ankle on a trampoline? In case you weren't sure, the answer is probably no one.
Honestly though, you've helped me through so much. Heck, for five years you mediated my boy drama and patiently dealt with me while I tearfully insisted "He's the one" over and over after every break up. Even now when the same boy decided to show up again, you listen to what I say so you can give the best possible advice (and also apparently finally end up proud of me when I say I stood up for myself!). Sure, I'm old enough to type replies on my own, but it's always nice to get a second opinion and make sure what I say won't get misconstrued in any way. It's comforting to hear my concerns and attitude about his reappearance are viable and that I'm not just totally losing it.
Of course, random retail therapy trips that double as times to catch up are always a fantastic time as well. Now that we're in college (and different colleges at that) and don't get to see each other all the time, our spontaneous trips to Home Goods and Walmart are some of my favorite times. Even when we end up buying things we so obviously didn't need, like that "Things To Accomplish" pad that I've used maybe twice, we at least have a blast.
I also need to give you a huge thanks for helping me survive high school. Those four years weren't so kind to me, but you stood by me and helped me conquer everything they threw at me. All the way to graduation you made sure I stayed afloat and had my back during classes that ended up being tough on my emotions. You basically ensured my sanity during English and health classes; I don't really know how many people would willing put up with me for that long, but I'm glad you're one of them.
It's been so much fun hanging out this summer and enjoying late-night Starbucks trips before school starts up again. Once classes are in session, I'm not too sure how frequently we'd be able to hang out, but at least FaceTime is a thing. And don't forget: if you ever start having boy drama, I'm just a text away. Or even a phone call if it's really that bad.
From,
Someone lucky enough to call you their friend