To my summer friends,
I call you my summer friends because it feels like now in all of our hectic, diverse lives, summer is the one season we see each other the most. School is out, everyone else from our college towns goes home and we become reunited in our own hometown which we once spent almost every waking moment together. I'm going to be frank: no, it's not the same as it was a few years ago. But that's okay. You are not just my summer friends, you are my lifetime friends.
I am sorry I am not there in person to laugh at your jokes and then proceed to make more of our own together all night. You are the ones I may not see everyday, but I know that the second we get back together, it is like time rewinds itself.
That’s what is so special about summer friends: some people you cross paths with knowing that they will easily flow in and flow out of your life and cease to exist with any more of an impact to you. But not my summer friends. After not seeing you all during my first year of college, which no doubt sucked when we couldn’t have our weird sleepovers and you know, (excuse my lameness) go out on the town together, it didn’t matter. At the end of the day, I feel comfort in calling you guys my best friends and meaning it.
It's not that I have not made exceptional other good friends, it's just that you guys are the shit and why would I let go of that?
Winter break came in a flash, followed by spring break and then summer break. And it was almost like nothing changed, even though almost everything has. Regardless if something cringe worthy happens in one of our lives or something hysterical about some random situation the rest of us are completely foreign to occurs, it has about 10 seconds before it gets revealed in the oh so notorious group chat. Yep, are they even your friends if you don’t have a group chat together? IDK, but we surely do and just about everything goes down in there.
We still gravitate towards each other because you are the ones who backed me up for years, and stuck with me from the good and the bad.
You are the ones who have seen me at my worst, with lots of awkward makeup trials and hair transformations, and watched me blossom into something slightly less awkward—I’d like to hope, at least.
You are my summer friends. I may not see you guys every day but I know when it comes down to it, you will be there with me forever. I know that you will be the ones watching me walk down the isle and fall, as well as sip mimosas together when we are 72. We have made it this far and you are not getting rid of me any time soon.
You are my summer friends and ultimately, you are my lifetime friends.
