I know it’s been a while since we’ve last talked. Things seem different lately. I don’t blame you for your lack of communication, and I hope you don’t blame me for sometimes feeling upset about it. We’re in college now, hours away from each other, leading me to believe the fault is in the distance rather than with us.
I will admit that in the beginning I didn’t want to make any friends. I held onto the naïve idea that you wouldn’t either. Over the summer we made plenty of promises to not let our course work stop us from seeing each other. In the moment, we meant them. But nothing could have prepared us for what freshmen year would actually be like.
You made a lot of friends who like to go out on the weekends and party, while I usually stay in with mine trying to figure out where we can find a party. I understand that your biology notes keep you up until past 3 a.m., just like you’ve figured out that I usually fall asleep before midnight watching Netflix.
Honestly, it’s all about making time. But even if you can’t, I know you still care. Every once in a while you text me asking about my relationship, just like I ask you what a particular British slang term means. We have different priorities; we’re different people, but it doesn’t mean we have different intentions.
All I want is for you to be happy, healthy and successful. Your charisma is infectious and the only thing greater than your mind is your gift of compassion.
Maybe it’s selfish for me to ask for more time. I can’t help but miss you picking on me for the way I dress in mostly black but still jam out to One Direction. No one else knows how to help me shop in a three-story Forever 21, then finds me when I get lost among the sea of clothes. And I haven’t found anyone else who can keep me smiling and laughing on a four-hour road trip the way that you can.
Although I have my traditions here at college: going for brunch every Wednesday morning, “homework and chill”, etc., nothing will ever compare to seeing you waiting for me as I pull up your driveway or our Starbucks runs that somehow always go wrong.
Perhaps we can try again next semester to follow through on our Skype dates. Or to text each other back- even if it isn’t imperative. I know that you’re going to do great things in your life. You’ll change lives for the better similar to how you’ve changed me for the better. All I want is to be a part of the future that you’re building for yourself. You’ll always have a place in mine.
What’s taken me so long to say is that I miss you. I understand that you’re busy, but you’re still my best friend.
