Dear partner in crime, text co-author, sister, independent woman,
I talk to you every day, just about small stuff, like how some jerk pulled out in front of me in traffic or how a cute boy in the coffee shop smiled at me. But I'm writing this because best friends are something so special that I believe we sometimes take their presence for granted. That is until you move several states away!
Life changes and sometimes you just have to move away to keep up with it. And even though that sucks, I'm still so proud of you for doing what you need to do even when it is hard for you.
However, it doesn't make me miss you any less! Because when I have a bad break up I can't just drive to your house, watch episodes of The Office and drown my sorrows in cartons of ice cream with you. Now it's a phone call, texts, or maybe even a video chat. It has definitely been a challenge, but it has also made our time together more special.
Whenever I get off that plane and see your smiling face it's like we've never missed a beat. Like we've still been living a short trip away from the other. It makes all our stories more special because even though we've talked about how that girl from your boyfriend's office was totally flirting with him (and how we'd love to have a word with her) or how your boss snapped at you three weeks ago. We still get to talk about it over again, in such animated and rushed words because we have to share every moment that we've had since we saw each other last.
I'm not going to lie and say that there hasn't been times that I thought about the distance and haven't gotten sad because you're not here or mad because you left me, even though I know you didn't actually leave me. And sometimes because without that face-to-face interaction, things still get lost in translation no matter how well we know each other, sometimes you say something and I take it the wrong way. But in the end, we get it sorted out because we know that one would never intentionally do anything to hurt the other.
At the end of the day it still really sucks that a piece of me is so far away. But I guess that's why we have jobs, to pay for all those plane tickets to see the other! And of course, every time we're together it's a celebration until we have to leave again. But even though we cry on that plane ride home, we're not actually saying goodbye. We know that as soon as we land we're going to message the other about this man on the plane who talked so loudly the whole flight or how we hit some turbulence and thought we were going to die (when really it was actually just a little bump).
Even though I don't see you often, I'm still so proud of how far you've come in life. You've grown and changed and became this independent woman who's working so hard to make a name for herself even when it's so difficult. And even though you're still learning, just know that every failure you have I will be here for you even if I am hundreds of miles away from you. Even though things are harder because we're so far apart, it also makes the little things that much better when we do get to see each other. Stay strong and know that I have no problem flying down there for a weekend when you need me.
Love you girlie!
