Dear best friend,

I miss getting in trouble with you.

I miss getting into something crazy with you. I miss our crazy plans and things we say to each other. It is genuinely true that we would be put in a mental hospital if other people heard what we said to each other. I miss writing to each other in class instead of writing notes. I miss our fast food runs after school instead of studying together. I miss falling asleep on your couch and you in the chair instead of hanging out with other friends we had plans with. I miss going past a cop and turning your bass and volume up all the way.

I miss irritating you.

I miss running wild and embarrassing you in Walmart. I miss opening up the car door as we go down the street to freak you out. I miss stealing your phone and wreaking havoc on your Snapchat and texts. I miss taking pictures to hold over you. I miss that "I'm going to kill you" look in your eyes.

I miss your family.

I miss seeing your sisters grow up in front of both of us. I miss your dog even though she tries to eat me alive. I miss hearing your parents talk about work when they get home. I miss helping you babysit after work when it has been a long day.

I miss your boyfriend.

I miss hearing you talk about him. I miss seeing you happy around him. I miss him and I don't even like him half the time.

I miss you complaining.

I miss our rants. I miss your rage about being grounded. I miss you complaining about work. I miss you complaining about biology. I miss you complaining about how incredibly impossible math is. I miss you complaining about anything and everything.

I miss you.

I miss your presence. I miss not having you by my side everyday. I miss hearing you laugh uncontrollably. I miss our beach dates. I miss your messy car. I miss your notes every day after study hall. I miss you with all of my being.

I miss my person.

I miss my almost sister.

I miss my best friend.

I miss you.