Dear friend,

I can't believe that 13 years later and we are still super close to this day. Since meeting on the kindergarten bus in the seats across from each other, I didn't realize I would gain a friend that lived down the street from me.

You were the first guy friend I had and the first friend that called me also on the home phone. Yes, the home phone. My mom would still recall when she answered the phone and she you ask for me and sat your full name on the other line.

We definitely had some good times together, but of course yes there were our coveted awkward middle school years when we wouldn't acknowledge each other in seventh grade but eventually would in eighth grade with being in the same honors science class. That was when we were learning that we had differences in each other.

The fact that we are now totally not alike came into full force during high school.

I was older than you by ten months so I had to deal with you driving around sophomore and junior year. You were more talkative than I was in the car. Towards the end of high school was the prime of our differences.

You would want to go out and socialize, I would want to sit at home watching the Cleveland Indians or read a book.

You are going to college to major in baking in hopes to start your own business, I'm going to college to major as an intervention specialist.

You can cook amazing things (I see your Facebook and Instagram posts), I can cook grilled cheese and ramen.

You're going to college in Michigan for your associate and then North Carolina for your bachelors, I'm going to college in Ohio all four years.

You're a boy, I'm a girl (can I make it anymore obvious? Okay enough song reference).

Do I need to mention our music tastes?

Do I need to mention you play trumpet and I play flute?

The list goes one and on but I'm stopping here for the moment.

Like I said in the beginning, we survived thirteen years of friendship and graduating high school, and yet we are the exact opposite of our own self.

But it's okay. Because we were able to keep the other grounded. I would tell you when you're going too far, and you push me to be a bit wild at times.

So thank you. Like I've said in the past, you're the Iron Man to my Captain America, my ride or die since day one, the frother from another mother (frother: friend and brother).

Good luck at the Culinary Institute of Michigan. I'm going to miss being able to ride my bike over to your house to either drop something off or just hang out with you and talk about life. You're amazing.

Oh, and you're picking me up if we ever decide to go home during the same weekends.

From,

Your frister (friend and sister)