Dear Best Friend,

I know you know who you are. Five years of being friends, I would hope at this point you would know that. Five years is a long time to be friends with someone, especially if you make it through high school together. I wanted to write you this letter today since on May 20th, it marks one year since we graduated high school together. One year since we left those doors together into the unknown world. So today, I wanted to thank you for all that you have done for those 4 years inside of that school and another year with me at college.

In the past 5 years we have known each other, we have been through so much. Before you, I had a couple best friends but they never lasted because of the moving around when I was little. When I had met you, I had gone from friend to friend because all of the useless drama that came along with middle school and high school. But you came into my life with happiness, good crazy times and when things got rough, we would fix it and not run away. Through all of the friend groups and drama that went on, you somehow stuck by my side and I thank you for that. Life comes and go with many obstacles and we certainly have challenged a lot in five years. They say, “boyfriends come and go, but friendships last forever”. That quote my friend is certainly true. I saw you go through your first relationship and fall down when things got rough. I saw you pick up your pieces and fight because you my friend are a fighter. I was there for you every step of the way, although sometimes it felt like I was being a little harsh on you. But remember, “best friends know best”. You’ve also helped me through the countless boy issues that arouse in high school and into my first relationship in college. No matter how many times you wanted to shake me how stupid I was being, you watched me fall and was there to catch me. Together, we struggled with divorced parents and constantly being torn back and forth from home to home. Something we bonded over when we first met (not only that our names were basically one in the same). We struggled with friends and bullies (a lot), but we fought back together and came back stronger then ever. You also were there for me the first night I went to a party and things got out of hand (again, sorry mom and dad). You drove me home and took care of me into the early hours of the morning making sure I was okay (again, sorry for puking on your hand). I was there for you when you found out that you had a tumor and needed surgery. I’ve seen you cry and you’ve seen me cry plenty of times. Together, we survived not only Psychology 1100 first semester at college, but we survived a lot more.

We’ve had plenty of good times as well. I’ll never forget the first time we hung out when I spontaneously decided to go to the spring dance that freshman year. We wore dresses from previous dances and had your mom drive us. The dance overall sucked, but we had a good time just having fun and being young. I remember the multiple sleepovers we had in high school, including the ones where we camped in our backyards. Those were the good sleepovers and still continue to be tradition. I also remember when we finally got our licenses and the countless times and amount of gas we waisted driving around “cruising” the town. Senior year, was probably our closest year as best friends. It was momental in many ways more then one. Having you go away for college was an option, but I was so lucky you decided to stay at home for a couple years to be around my crazy self more. After graduation, we took a spontaneous trip to California. Both of our first times going away somewhere far on our own. I never regret spending a good majority of graduation money on that trip. We had made so many memories, the countless times we went to in-n-out in 4 days, watching me drive up the steep hills and praying we live, or me just in general finding my way around town on my own with you as my GPS. Also, lets not forget the last day when we went to the beach and completely burnt my back or when you slipped and fell hard when we went hiking. Those were some our greatest, wildest, memories and I hope there’s more to come.

5 years of friendship is a long time, but one I hope to triple and double. Thank you for being you and being my other half. For being a package deal with me on whatever we do. For having my back through the good and back. I know we both are set out to do great things in this world and I hope I can look back and see you fill those adventures with me. Thank you for being my best friend.

With lots of love,

Your best best best friend

(because bestest isn’t actually a word)