To the Best friend I have to say goodbye to again

To the Best friend I have to say goodbye to again

It never gets easier leaving you.


When I first met you, I didn't realize the impact you would have on my life. You were the "bitch with nice hair," and I was the "one blonde new girl". From being coworkers to road trip besties, cornhole partners, family event tag-alongs, secret confidants, and most importantly - best friends; it never gets easier saying goodbye.

When I first lived without you more than fifteen minutes away, it was such a hard transition. You sent me off with a farewell post on social media that left me crying in my dorm on move-in day. You talked about whoever becomes my new best friend and what you hope she knows for me and about me. It said some of my favorite things and things I couldn't stand. You had hopes for someone that could treat me half as good as you do. Even though I did meet one of my best friends being away from you, it didn't make me forget about each time I missed you. There are times I wanted it to be you that was there when I cried, when I laughed, or even when I just slept all day.

Being away from you didn't mean you weren't around. I'll always remember one time when I was having such an awful night, and you talked me through everything on the phone, and when I looked down, I had a receipt emailed to me from Dominos. I mentioned that I hadn't eaten, so you sent me a pizza. At midnight. In a different city. It was so simple, but it meant the world to me. I think that sums up most of our friendship.

I would come back home most weekends to work, and you still always made time to see me. Even when I didn't come home from school, you made the journey to visit. You went to parties with me, danced with me, slept in the awful dorm beds with me, and we found another little diner to help cure our hangovers in a new city - just like we would back home.

I know you're the more caring, sweeter, more sympathetic friend, and I'm kind of an asshole, but I appreciate you more every day. From days we don't speak to you living at my house for weeks at a time, you're my best friend. I appreciate everything you do for me, and everything you say to me when I need it. Any time you need a late-night drive or a Charlie St. Cloud movie night (Yes, I actually might watch it for once), or someone to sing Bed Rock with, I'll be here.

All you ever have to do is call, and I'm there. Always. I leave you again in five weeks, and the transition to seeing you less again is going to hurt like it did the first time. I don't think saying goodbye to you will ever get easier, but as long as it's not permanent I know we will be okay.

I know Aero didn't prepare us for this, but I'm so grateful it pushed us here. I love you, MG.


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I'm The Girl Without A 'Friend Group'

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Little things remind me all the time.

For example, I'll be sitting in the lounge with the people on my floor, just talking about how everyone's days went. Someone will turn to someone else and ask something along the lines of, "When are we going to so-and-so's place tonight?" Sometimes it'll even be, "Are you ready to go to so-and-so's place now? Okay, we'll see you later, Taylor!"

It's little things like that, little things that remind me I don't have a "friend group." And it's been like that forever. I don't have the same people to keep me company 24 hours of the day, the same people to do absolutely everything with, and the same people to cling to like glue. I don't have a whole cast of characters to entertain me and care for me and support me. Sometimes, especially when it feels obvious to me, not having a "friend group" makes me feel like a waste of space. If I don't have more friends than I can count, what's the point in trying to make friends at all?

I can tell you that there is a point. As a matter of fact, just because I don't have a close-knit clique doesn't mean I don't have any friends. The friends I have come from all different walks of life, some are from my town back home and some are from across the country. I've known some of my friends for years, and others I've only known for a few months. It doesn't really matter where they come from, though. What matters is that the friends I have all entertain me, care for me, and support me. Just because I'm not in that "friend group" with all of them together doesn't mean that we can't be friends to each other.

Still, I hate avoiding sticking myself in a box, and I'm not afraid to seek out friendships. I've noticed that a lot of the people I see who consider themselves to be in a "friend group" don't really venture outside the pack very often. I've never had a pack to venture outside of, so I don't mind reaching out to new people whenever.

I'm not going to lie, when I hear people talking about all the fun they're going to have with their "friend group" over the weekend, part of me wishes I could be included in something like that. I do sometimes want to have the personality type that allows me to mesh perfectly into a clique. I couldn't tell you what it is about me, but there is some part of me that just happens to function better one-on-one with people.

I hated it all my life up until very recently, and that's because I've finally learned that not having a "friend group" is never going to be the same as not having friends.

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