To my beloved friend,

Thank you for being the only remotely familiar face on the first day of classes and letting me sit next to you. We were friends on Facebook before school had even started, which was maybe my best decision. We exchanged numbers thinking it would probably just be for homework help, but I didn’t know that you’d end up living only a few doors down from me, then becoming one of my best friends on this entire campus.

Thank you for living down the hall from me. I know you didn’t plan that, and even when I moved rooms, we were still so close in proximity, it definitely allowed us to become way better friends. Your open door policy was crucial in allowing me to run away from my roommates and responsibilities, and your roommates have also become family. You know all the drama and people on this floor, and it makes it so much easier to vent to people when they know exactly what’s going on.

Thank you for kidnapping me on that random Friday when I had gotten separated from all the people I went out with. Had I not poked my head into your room that night, I don’t think we’d be as close as we are now. That was the first night we really hung out, and we whipped with Graham Cracker and you pulled out you “droggles” for the first of many times.

Thank you for being my go to study partner. Whether it was both of us working on Anatomy, or we were working on our different electives, we always helped each other prepare for our assessments. Not only did you quiz me on what I did and didn’t know, you would stay up until 6 am and be the first person in the Dunks line right next to me. You were my dance partner at 3 am when the library was dead silent, and there for every mental breakdown that those nights included.

Thank you for making class fun, even though we don’t have them all together. I know not to talk to you for the first 10 minutes every morning because you just rolled out of bed. Thank you for telling me to shut up and focus on notes when my mouth is working more than I am, and thank you for laughing at how clueless we both are at the end of classes as if we hadn’t just spent nearly two hours learning the material.

Thank you for always singing with me. I know we’re both terrible, but you love it just as much as me. Our megaphone nights are one of my favorite things, and our playlist on my phone is filled with great throwback jams, and of course God Bless America. The fact that neither of us know the lyrics to half the songs we sing makes it ten times better, too. Our music video to California King Bed is one of my prized possessions now, couldn’t have done it without you!

Thank you for being one of very few people on this campus I haven’t been annoyed with. You’d think by looking at how much time we spend together, we’d get sick of each other, but you’ve never done anything to have crossed a line or upset me, even with my incredibly low tolerance for people. You don’t start drama either, which makes it easy to hide away from all of it when you still have someone with their head on their shoulders.

Thank you for literally always being there. From letting me vent about how annoyed I am with people at 2 am, and you tell me “straight up” if I’m overreacting or if I have a right to be upset, to trips to the ER on a Friday night, you’re always there. I’ve never once doubted whether or not you’d have my back, and I really think that is simply because you’ve never given me a reason to. I’ve never met someone so willing to drop everything to run by my side, and I know I tell you all the time, but it does not go unnoticed or underappreciated.

Thank you for being the only person that can make me feel some sort of emotion. The idea of you sad makes me sad, and when you’re happy and your hands start to shake because of it, it literally makes my day. Your laugh is contagious, and usually it’s because we look back at the stupid things one of us had done.

Thank you for playing death box with me on a Thursday afternoon on a beautiful day because we hadn’t been able to go to the beach. We have more fun than two people should have on their own, and we don’t hate it. Shamelessly walking around campus with another one of our friends singing (screaming) down the halls and then into the cafeteria was one of the funniest things that had happened all year, maybe because the three of us were all way too drunk at 6:00 on a Thursday afternoon knowing we all had class at 10am the next day. The stupid things like these will always be more fun than dressing up on the weekend and trying to squeeze into parties around campus.

I know how a simple complement can make you cry, so I hope you get as far to read this, but I figured this was just the simplest way I could flat out say how much I appreciate our friendship. I can’t wait for the next three years of studying, crying, laughing, singing, and drinking with you, and I love you to the moon and back.

Love,

Your Muchkin Pie Face Head