To My Best Friend That I Left Back Home,

To put it simply, I miss you. I miss the nights that we spent at your house watching Teen Wolf and staying up all night playing Just Dance until our legs felt like they were going to break off. I miss our midnight walks around Walmart and our visits to Dairy Queen after church every Wednesday. I miss when all of us would sneak into the community pool after hours and when we would spend an hour after church on Sundays trying to decide where we would all go to eat, even though we all knew we would end up at La Cosina. I miss all of it and I wish I could go back to then.

I would also like to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I decided to go to a college that’s five hours away from you. I’m sorry that I felt like I had to escape our small town then or I would never be able to get out. I’m sorry for not seeing you as much as much after the decision was made. I’m sorry for not spending enough time with you during my last summer back home with you.

I don’t want you to think that the decision was easy though. I spent every day after making the decision thinking about how the decision would change everything. I thought a lot about how much I was going to miss you and how the last thing I wanted was for us to lose touch.

We did lose touch though. Not fully, which I greatly appreciate, but it’s not the same as before. I can’t just get in my car and go by your house any time I want. We can’t just call each other and say we’re going to meet up. We won’t be able to see each other at church anymore.

I really hope that you understand that I had to go. It was a selfish decision but I had to do it for me. And I still believe to this day that it was the right decision. I have met people that I never would have met back home. I’ve seen things that you just can’t see in a small town. Most importantly, I’ve finally figured out who I am and the person that I want to be.

I haven’t forgotten you though. Every time I see someone eating skittles or I pass by Hobby Lobby or I see someone kicking around a soccer ball, I think about all the good times we had. And I’m glad that you haven’t forgotten about me either. I love getting the letter you send me and those random screenshots all about the drama back home. I love hearing the crazy stories about the weird things your brother does or how much a customer has annoyed you at work. I love when you send me those random snapchats of things that make you think of me.

I hope that you’re still doing good back home. I hope you’re still making good grades (I get it if you’re not though, college is hard) and that you and you-know-who are still going strong. Even though we may not talk as often or be as close as we used to, I still consider you to be my best friend and I think I always will. Thanks for all of the great memories we’ve already made and for hopefully all of the memories to come when I’m back home.

See you in a few months,

Your Best Friend That Left You Back Home