Dear Best Friend,
First, I would like to say thank you. Thank you for knowing me in a time I didn't know myself. When school tested my limits and boys pushed my buttons, you were always there to remind me that neither defined me.
You are the Meredith Grey to my Christina Yang, reminding me that showing emotion doesn't make me any less of a bada**, and I, reminding you that "you don't need no man." It's pretty crazy how well we balance each other out. There was never a day when you couldn't make me laugh, especially when it came to driving through the Tim Horton's drive-thru line for a second and even third blueberry muffin, a task which you approached shamelessly. I want you to know that there is no one I would rather cringe at old photos with or cry over the Indie bands we've planned on seeing since eighth grade... although we knew both of us were perpetually broke and this would probably never happen.
When freshman year came and went we greeted sophomore year with an awkward smile, a once group of three became two, and that was okay. Through fights and tears and high school drama, we made it to junior year. I would recall all of the wonderful times spent together during junior year, but we both know between boy troubles and feeling personally victimized by the ACT, those are times better left in the past.
When senior year came, we took it for granted; all the long heart to hearts we had in which we planned our escape so eagerly seem silly now that I realize it meant we had to part. On the day of graduation we laughed and greeted each other's families as if they were our own, just how it should be.
Fast forward to college, and now we're apart. I have to say that with exams and essays and internships, being apart from my soulmate is probably the hardest. Although FaceTiming each other as we walk through campus isn't the same, it must be a pretty funny sight for the people around us to witness. I'm sorry for all the times that I'm busy, or caught up in myself. If I ever forget to say it, I am so proud of you and everything you're already accomplishing. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm jealous of all the people who get to experience it it first hand.
A lot has changed for us from freshman year to freshman year, but our friendship never will. Most importantly, if you ever start to worry about growing apart, just remember that hours of distance have nothing on girls who survived puberty together. I am always a phone call away, and I know I'll be seeing you very soon. Just maybe remember before calling that I'm an hour ahead.
I love you more than Vampire Weekend (and that's a lot).
Sincerely,
Your Person
