An Open Letter To My Best Friend
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An Open Letter To My Best Friend

Love you always. Hate you never.

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An Open Letter To My Best Friend
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Friend,

If I could really even call you that. You are more like my sister now.

I could start off by saying that you are my "BFFL" and that you mean so much to me, but that seems a bit trivial. I mean, really, you do mean the world to me, and I can only hope that you will be present up until my last day, but you mean so much more to me than that.

I've waited my whole life for a friend as great as you, and I still can't believe that fate brought us together. We've always played around with the thought of how we met, and how things could have turned out differently. I know in my heart, though, that the world would have brought us together somehow.

We haven't known each other since we were kids, but that's OK, because we've been through so much in our short amount of time together, and I know that there is more to come. There are times when I know we both drive each other crazy, and we may not always see eye to eye. I want you to know that I will always be there, supporting you every step of the way. I know you will do the same for me.

It annoys me that we don't live closer together, but that makes our time spent together much more special. I have the best memories with you, and I can't wait to make more. But I want you to know that it's not just the fun stuff I enjoy, like going to the movies, parties, dinner. No. My favorite memories have been our late-night talks, our study dates, and all of the times that we have sat in silence on our phones across the room from one another. I mean, what says best friend more than silence?!

Isn't it weird to think that at one point we had no knowledge of each other's existence? But now... Now I can't even remember my life without you in it. You have had such an impact on my life, and I will be forever grateful.

Before I met you, I was incredibly sensitive. You have made me stronger, and I have grown thicker skin. Before you entered into my life, I was lost. And maybe I really still am. That's OK. Because whenever I get lost again I know you will be by my side.

I hope you know that I will always be there for you, too. There to smile at your biggest accomplishments, to laugh at your jokes (even if they're not funny I will still laugh), to comfort you when you cry, and to give you advice and reassurance when you go astray.

I'd like to think that these past few years are only just the beginning for us. Not all friendships last a lifetime, but I'm more sure than I've ever been that ours will. It won't matter if we go months, weeks, days, or even seconds without talking; you are always with me. You are more than just my best friend. You have changed me in ways you'll never know, and the things that I've learned from you I will carry with me for the rest of my life.

I don't know what I'd do without you, and I hope I'll never have to find out.

You are my other half. The peanut to my butter. The home to my dog. The pen to my paper. And the Meredith to my Christina.

Love you always. Hate you never.

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