Dear Big,
It's me, your Little! Let me first just start out by saying thank you. Thank you for being there for me when no one else is. Thank you for always lighting up my day with your horrible puns that are honestly the highlights of some of my days. One of my favorites being when you came down stairs with an enormous No. 2 pencil and reenacted the doodlebob scene from SpongeBob SquarePants. 
When I first came to campus, for some reason, people said I looked like your brother. While I see some resemblance, it was fate that we would be destined to be paired together. When I would be asked about Greek life or joining a fraternity, I really was against it. We've all seen the news reports where there are drinking disasters and complete and utter nonsense. That was not for me. It all changed when I met our brothers.
The Brotherhood of Phi Mu Alpha Sinfonia took me in with you as the Vice President. Then the whole process became a blur. Fast forward a few weeks to when I was still a probationary member to the night of Big/Little Reveal. I remember a huge feeling of love and relief when you opened my door. Someone who is so much like me is now my Big Brother! 
I think it's so awesome that we are both history majors. I know I can always come to you for help with my classes or an interesting story about the professors (they're history professors, meaning they're big goofballs at heart), and we challenge each other to be the best historians as well as musicians.
Joining a music fraternity is an adventure in itself. I am not a music major and neither are you (anymore). We have the best brothers possible; however, out of all 30+ in our chapter, you're my favorite (don't tell Harold). I have a folder dedicated to you in my phone.
The first question I got asked by my family when I came home screaming that I got a Big was "Are you sure he's your Big and not your Little?" Big, let's face it, you may be smaller than me, but you have a huge heart. I can come to you with anything.
My favorite shirt is the shirt you gave me for Christmas. One that you made out of love for your favorite (and only) Little. That's why I return the favor. Your favorite article of clothing is probably my jacket that I left laying around so much that you stole it. You now have paraded around Germany and the Czech Republic with it on and all I can do is shake my head and smile. We may annoy the heck out of each other, but that's our job: to constantly out-pun the other. Then again, your puns are worse than dad jokes.
Finally, thank you for pushing me to be the very best I can be. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for guiding me through my first year of college. Most of all, thank you for being my Big Brother!
Love,
Little
