Thank you.

Thank you for all the times you've been there for me. It's been a wild ride and I'm so glad you are right there with me. We've been through so much and we've always seemed to keep each other grounded (and sometimes get each other grounded). Even though we hate each others' guts sometimes, it's a wonderful feeling knowing that you've always got my back. Know that I've got yours too, even though sometimes I want to kill you.

I can't really grasp the fact that we're both adults. It seems like just the other day we were playing Pokemon or chasing each other around the yard with water guns. We had some amazing summers. No matter if you were in the middle school and I was still stuck in elementary, we always seemed to rekindle when school got out. You weren't always my best friend, especially as we grew older and found our own places to fit in, but you were always there. Every summer was something new.

School was tough. It seemed like as soon as we got close over the summer, you were yanked away from me and I had to wait until Christmas break to resume our Yu-Gi-Oh! battles. I remember the first year you weren't in the same school building as me. I felt unstoppable, untouchable, invincible! No more big brother to pick on me! No more seeing you on my walk to music or gym. But part of me missed it. It seemed like the wall between us got a little taller.

Eventually, we found ourselves in the same building for one final year. I was a freshman and you were a senior. I thought this year would be amazing. I might have been wrong. Your class was pretty evil, actually. You almost got spirit week banned. But I suppose that had nothing to do with you and me. You drove me to and from school when you could and we would listen to music way too loud on the way. I think we actually got pretty close that year.

But then you left. You packed up your room and off to college you went. I was alone again, but this time you weren't a building away; you were two and a half hours away. I loved it at first. My own bathroom! Yay! I was an only child! But I didn't care for it too much after a while. I missed walking down the hall to your room and sitting and talking for an hour or two until I could barely keep my eyes open. My best friend wasn't just down the hall anymore.

Then you came back! But it seemed our dynamic had changed a little. We grew up. Our days of Pokemon and Yu-Gi-Oh! were over, but we had moved into Call of Duty and Halo. You had to get a job and I was still in school. We hung out occasionally, but nothing like we used to.

Now it's my turn to be in college. You're the one with your own bathroom. Although we've grown up and grown apart, I know that I can still wander down to your room at 3 a.m. and talk until I can't keep my eyes open. We've ditched Pokemon, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Call of Duty and Halo, but sometimes I still try and play video games with you, although I'm not that great at them anymore. I know I can tell anything and I'm thankful that although you're not always my best friend, you're always there.