Hey guys, I miss you. I miss getting up in the morning and asking you if I look stupid (English majors have trouble dressing themselves). I miss walking to get fro-yo with you. I miss staying up late and talking about boys and how stupid they are. I miss you.This year has been ridiculously hard, not just because of school, or because of people being more stupid than normal; it's hard because you're not here.

Don't get me wrong, I understand and I get why you both had to go your own respective ways, but I totally almost tear up when I think about you guys. We spent quite a bit of time together, and I love seeing you post things and comment on Facebook and Instagram.

I love hearing about your History of Rock and Roll class, and seeing pictures of you and your boyfriends, but I miss not being the one you came home and talked to about them. You both are so positive and such warm souls that your absences are felt by everyone who knew you.

From golf practice to theater try-outs, you both made things so much easier to deal with. Neither of you ever judged me or my moodiness, you were always there when I need someone to laugh or cry with, and never failed to roll with anything life threw your way. I miss you guys so freaking much.

So please, continue to post and like and comment on things; continue to snap and text. I love you guys and always want to hear about your lives and new things that are happening to you. I love seeing you, visiting you or FaceTiming you (which we need to start doing).

So even though you're both hundreds of miles away, I will always love you, and I will always like those random pictures you get tagged in by your mom or whoever else. Because you both are stuck with me. I may be crap about texting you as often as I should, or snapping you back promptly, but I'd totally get in a car or plane and be there in a heartbeat.

Love you both, and see you soon.