For freshmen and seniors alike, Brick Street is a beloved bar on any day of the week. Now that summer is well underway, I know I'm not the only girl missing her favorite bar.

Dear Brick Street,

I've been thinking about you a lot during our three months apart, and every day is getting harder and harder without you. I'm sorry we haven't seen each other in a while, but you know it's not my choice.

I'm sorry I haven't been there every Saturday afternoon to hang out with you and cause a scene. I'm starting to get separation anxiety from the outside patio. I hope you'll save me a spot at one of the picnic tables when I come back.

I'm sorry it's been a long time since I've joined you on a Tuesday night to jump around to 90s songs and grace the dance floor with my moves that really should just be kept at home.

I'm sorry that Thursdays aren't our thing anymore, but this isn't how it's always going to be. I want to stand at the balcony of Skybox and stare at the people embarrassing themselves down below. I honestly wouldn't even mind if an obnoxious girl poured her drink on me right now; that's how much I miss you.

I'm sorry I haven't been there with you to laugh at all the flailing girls, because you know that was our favorite activity.

I'm sorry for insisting that every time I came to you would be the last because of the stickiness of my shoes. You know I didn't mean it.

I'm so sorry.

I miss the way you would encourage me to come to you on nights when I really just wanted to lay in bed and watch documentaries. You always knew how to break me out of my shell.

I miss the way you would comfort me when bad things would happen, like the time an older boy told me to "stop staring at him" at Beat the Clock. You know how embarrassed I was, and you told me it was okay.

I miss the way you would encourage me to continuously request songs to the DJ, even though he never once played one of my selections. You always taught me that persistence is key.

I miss the endless amount of cheap pizza that was always outside your doors. You know how much I love pizza, and you would always ensure that I would never walk home on a pizzaless stomach- that's so thoughtful.

I know that three months is a long time to be apart, but I'll be back soon.

Love always,

Caitlin