Dear Soulmates,
Where to start? There are almost no words to describe us, but I’m going to try my best here.
First of all, let me just say I couldn’t live without you. You are the Monica to my Rachel, the Kat to my Garth, the blonde to my brunette. You are my best friends, the other end of my drunken phone calls, and my coffee dates that always show up.
Thanks for all my nicknames; the ones I love and even the ones I hate. Thanks for always leaving half of your closet at my house and for not saying anything when I wear your shirt out to lunch. Thanks for turning the boring, lonely nights into the best memories — and for always reminding me of all the times I’ve embarrassed myself.
I love that people stare at us in public because we’re wearing the same outfit, trying on children's halloween costumes, or just behaving obnoxiously.
I'm grateful that you tolerate my constant complaining about the same thing and that you’ve never made me apologize for the less-redeemable parts of my personality.
As for those “less-redeemable” parts of my personality, I know you’d never let me think of myself that way for too long because you’re always there to remind me that I’m not the awful person I think I am. I can't thank you enough for that.
Thanks for being my travel buddies and for indulging in my lame jokes and stupid fun-facts. Thanks for the 7 am wake-up calls that I constantly ask for because I know I’ll probably sleep through my alarm.
I’m sorry that sometimes we’re so far apart, but I am forever thankful that you give me something to miss when I’m away.
It’s because of all these things that I can probably forgive you for enabling my Starbucks addiction.
Love you always besties!




















