Dear Best Friend,

So here we are, in the middle of another one of our fights. It's stupid, really—typical us. You said something sarcastic, I said something hostile, and with that, all of our tensions came boiling to the surface. This is how it goes, every time. We could have chosen to not carry out this fight. One of us could have let the other's remark go unnoticed, one of us could have bit our tongue—but that's not us. We are both too proud, too feisty, and too honest to not say the witty remark that came to our mind. So really, it's no surprise we find ourselves here.

If I am going to be honest, though, I think it's amazing that we didn't fear this fight. We never questioned if our friendship could endure the ammo that was about to be fired from both sides. We had no wavering doubt that this fight would end in anything but a hug and a promise to do better by the other. Because of this, we didn't think twice about saying what we said. We didn't have a week of passive remarks or even think to employ an appeasement policy. Nope, not us—we just went for it. Not many friends can do what we do, just say what we are actually feeling without fearing the outcome. Unlike us, they hold it in, flash a fake smile, and pretend everything is OK. So in the middle of our fight, I want to take a moment to thank you for letting me tell you how I feel without making me fear that I will lose you.

But even if we didn't fear this fight, I still hate it. Right now we are in the thick of it, the part where I lie here on my bed, just wishing for the end to come. The end is my favorite part of a fight. It's where we tell each other “I love you" and promise to not make the same mistakes again. It's the moment where I realize that this fight was worth it, that this fight had value and purpose, because we leave with a better understanding of each other. So right now I patiently wait for that time to come, doing the best I can to understand our problem and work with you to fix it.

So, I've said a lot of things, but none of it was what I really wanted to tell you—please forgive my rambling self. All I really wanted to let you know is that I still love you. Yes, even now, when I have tears streaming down my face and we have each exchanged some hurtful words. Because you are so much more than the title “best friend" encompasses. I can't promise you that this will be our last fight, but I can promise you that 'til the end of the Earth, to the moon and back, forever and for always, I will love you. I can promise you that there is never a fight where that won't be true and never a day that will go by that I won't thank Res Life and Housing for bringing us together. I can promise you that I will always be here, even during a fight.

And I do.

Sincerely,
Your Person