Dear Best Friend Who Has Always Gone To A Different School,

Hey, poopface. I can’t wait to see your face soon. I’ve known you for almost nine years and you have become one of my best friends in that time. One aspect of our relationship that makes us unique is the fact that, though we hail from the same hometown, we have never gone to the same school- different middle school, different high school and, now, different college. Moving 1,000 miles away from you was heartbreaking, but we have utilized technology to always stay in touch.

Explaining random stuff about my school to you when I’m telling you a story, getting Snapchats from you when you decide to tune in to see my Zags play, you stealing your friends’ iPhones to FaceTime me because you have an Android, hearing stories of you Razor scootering 2 miles in the harsh, Minneapolis winter to go get Taco Bell, late night Snapchats- all of these make you feel like you’re just a few miles away, like back home. Our shenanigans this summer will be frequent and ranging in nature.

We were brought together by our mutually shared greatest passion and it is a cornerstone to our friendship. It was our way to escape our problems, but then it became a way to see one of my closest friends.

Sometimes, it's complicated to explain our friendship and how we met to others. It's even more complicated when others watch us interact because, let’s be completely honest, we are weird as hell. You bring out a very different, super weird, fun side of me that few people see. I guess the best way to describe our relationship is a true bromance, even though we’re both girls. Give us food and sports and we’re gonna be two very happy dudes.

By your inherent nature, you're sometimes a shithead and really annoy me, but then I remember those are the reasons that I love you. I also value our friendship because you can offer an outside opinion to some of my problems (though, I probably shouldn’t tell you many details because you would probably use your Razor scooter to wack someone in the head and/ or shins if you thought that they hurt me.) We are wildly protective of each other-- physically, mentally and emotionally-- and you are basically my long-lost twin.

Okay, my super short homie. I’m gonna be done now because this is too icky and mushy for us. We're gonna learn how to do the "Single Ladies" and "Thriller" dances this summer and we're gonna take over the world from London one day.

You're marginally okay, I guess. JK, I love you, Kroos.

xoxo,

Annie