With only a few more weeks left until I pack my bags and make the trip back to my college town, I keep finding myself thinking of things I'm looking forward to.

Being back at my beautiful university, getting started on my new classes that are just for my major, watching my littles get their littles, and reuniting with all of my friends.

Well, all my friends but you.

That's the hard part about college. You learn who you are, have the time of your life, and you make the friends that are going to stand with you for the rest of your life. Your time together is limited though, especially when you become best friends with a senior your sophomore year. This May you graduated, and though I am SO proud of you, I am starting to realize just how different this semester is going to be.

I keep thinking about all the things that we are going to do together...and then I remember that you won't be there. You'll be across the state starting up your real adult life instead of down the street. I won't be able to hang out in your living room and vent about the million and a half things going on in my life. You won't be a call and a three-minute drive away from a Dutch run. And it sucks. A lot.

I keep asking myself how in the world we became so close in a year. It doesn't make sense and we are complete opposites, but I think that is why we work together so well. You remind me not to take the world, and myself, so seriously. You keep me from falling apart by just being you. You became my sister, and that will never change.

Now, I know we have our concert tickets bought for this fall, and realistically you are only five or six hours away, but I'm already feeling lost without you. And I'm not even at school yet.

There are so many things changing this year and change is scary. It becomes more terrifying the older we get because you never really know what is going to happen, yet we are expected to at least pretend that we have it all figured out and put together. When I was caught up stressing about finalizing my major, testing out of having to take more Spanish classes (thank the lord I passed), and trying to figure out whatever it is I am going to do in two years when I graduate (let's not talk about that), I somehow forgot to really realize what life was going to be like without you.

I'm realizing now, as I'm sitting in my room fighting back tears (I'm failing), that I miss you so much and I don't know what I'm going to do when August finally hits. I don't know what I'm going to do without you by my side and it is killing me knowing that you won't be there with me. I also hate that I won't be there by your side while you start to conquer the real world. Can we go back to last semester? Please?

I'm sorry I suck at answering my phone—please keep calling. Text me every day to tell me about work and I'll keep you updated with the latest drama in our house. Snapchat me every stupid thing you do so that I can laugh with you. Don't forget about me, okay?

I love you so much. Nothing could ever change that. No diploma, state boundary, time difference, or life path will keep me from being your friend for the rest of our lives. I'll be there for as long as you want me there.

I'll see ya in September. Love you.