We're those best friends: you know, the ones who have agreed to marry each other if we aren't married by the age of forty. Your family is my family, and vice versa. We're those best friends who don't have many boundaries in the relationship, and both of us are okay with that. If there was such a thing as being too close, we would be, but there is no such thing as being too close with us.
Thank you for being my best friend. On the days when I feel down or lonely in my dorm, or I'm sick of being around the 2,000 people I go to school with, I can always count on a text or message from you to make things better. You're the first one that I want to tell about the shitty week I've had at school, or the really awesome week. You're the first one I tell about my crushes, my hookups, my breakups. You get it when I snipe a picture in the dining hall of that kid who looks just like your ex. Speaking of pictures, thanks for screenshotting all of those hideous double-chinned snapchats meant for your eyes only.
You understand how great it feels to be out of our boring hometown, and you get how much it sucks to be homesick for it, too. You never even question me when I call or FaceTime you at eleven at night just to reminisce stupid nights we've had together. You know that I'm always a text away when you need to talk, and I'm grateful that you're not afraid to tell me when you need me.
I miss you constantly. Whenever I do something fun, or experience something new, I think of how much I wish my best friend was there with me. Being miles and miles apart isn't easy. But we work around it. We make plans to try those things together when we next see each other, and when we reunite for winter break, or the long college summers, we're nearly inseparable. Even though we have jobs, and schoolwork, and new responsibilities, we prioritize each other.
I've made amazing friends in college, and you have, too. But no friendship can quite compare to the bond we've had for years. We've been through heartbreak, bliss, and tons of mistakes together. We've had sleepover streaks so long that it seemed like we were moving in together. We've manipulated our parents into letting us have weeknight sleepovers, and on too many occasions, people have thought that we're actually dating.
Thank you for being my person. I wouldn't trade anything for our coffee dates, late night drives, slumber parties, or romantic dinner dates. You're my platonic soulmate, and even though we're at different schools and getting ready to live our different lives, our friendship will always mean the world to me.
