You were homecoming queen. You had every boy in our high school in love with you and now every boy at your college all but begging for a date. You are funny and kind and beautiful. Genuinely one of the purest souls I have had the pleasure of knowing, and I am so lucky to be your best friend.

But once a week I get a text from you at one in the morning because you have kept yourself up worrying or talking to whatever guy is paying attention to you at the moment, planning your future and then mine, watching makeup tutorials to make sure that the hundreds of dollars of makeup you own can make you feel pretty in the morning even though I would kill to look like you do with no makeup on. It makes me so sad to watch you try on four different outfits and then a fifth every time we go out when you could make sweatpants and a t-shirt look like a prom gown.

Every imperfection that I forget to notice is amplified by a million in your own mind. A hair out of place turns into the reason you don't have a boyfriend - not that you would ever let him in enough to love you. You have this barrier built around you because you worry about not being good enough, but it really makes me sad for everyone else. As someone who knows you better than anyone, I know that everyone deserves someone like you you in their life. The people who don't get to know you are the ones most hurt.

The boy you date will never be good enough for you in my eyes, but I hope you get to a place where you won't text me with messages that break my heart about how you don't really care how you're treated, you'd just rather not be alone. I'm so sorry that you haven't been able to let people in, but I'll love you enough for both of us.

Sincerely,

A girl who sees your true worth