Dear Best Friend,

There aren’t enough words in the world to explain our friendship, but it’s probably better that way. From the day we met, my first day in public school, until now, our first year in college, you have been my best friend. You’ve become not only my other half, but you are my more important half. We’ve been through hell and back at least a handful of times by now, but we’re still standing.

How many people can *honestly* say that they went without speaking to somebody for six months and without seeing them for almost an entire year and then met up like it had only been a day. In the crazy scheme of our lives, things like this happened, and the entire time, you were still my best friend. Through the fights, the tears, and the new “best friends” we’ve each had, we’ve still always somehow made it through.

I can’t think of a memory we have that hasn’t resulted in a great time. We’ve definitely made some horrible mistakes, nonetheless, but we always laugh it off in the end. I can always count on you to encourage me to do things that others wouldn’t understand and to stop worrying about the small stuff. You’ve taught me to live a crazier more care-free life, and even though I scare easily, you force me to do new stuff anyway--and then the times when I don’t, you tell me I’m being stupid, but you love me anyway. You also always remember to be honest with me even if it hurts my feelings because you know if I didn’t have you to do that, nobody else would. On the other hand, I know I can be honest with you, too, and make sure you’re not being too careless or stupid.

We’re the same people yet so different. You’ve always been the adventurous friend, and without you, I would’ve never found my own sense of adventure. I wouldn’t want anybody else to be my bad influence or to encourage me to break the rules.

I miss the weeks during the school year when we’d switch from your house to mine and back again while our other friends were jealous that we could have sleepovers on a school night. We weren’t actually allowed to, but Clyde and your parents didn’t care because it was us. I miss last summer when I was at your house more than you were and your family expected me to be there even while you were at work because they’re my family, too. I miss our numerous outings with Clyde in the Jeep to every restaurant imaginable. I especially miss that Christmas in middle school when he gave us money to shop for our families and we selfishly spent it on ourselves because we thought we were being so sneaky.

Now off on our own in college, we don’t see each other as much as we used to, but we still make time to talk here and there. I hope you know that I miss you like crazy, and I hope you miss me just as much. I can’t wait to take on the world with you and see where we both end up through our constant bad decisions and screw ups. I’m actually amazed at how well we both turned out.

Anyway, try not to get into too much trouble. I say this, and I know you’re going to do it anyway, but I have to try or else that wouldn’t make me a very good friend. Thank you for keeping me on my toes and for always being there for me at my worst or when I’m at my best and it’s annoying because I won’t shut up about it. You’re the best friend I could’ve ever asked for and more. You’re the sister I was supposed to have. You’re family, and no matter how much we grow as people, I know we’ll always be there for each other waiting to fix each other’s mistakes, or at least laugh at them.