A few weeks ago, you told me that you want to come home for school in a few years. Right now, home for you is 1,878.8 miles away from home for me, the home that used to be home for the both of us. That's a lot of miles. In a few years, who knows where home will be for the both of us? You might be another world away... but then again, so might I. But I hope for the sake of my sanity, home for the two of us is within a five hour radius some day.

I've known you for almost my whole life, and it's crazy to think that after everything we've been through, you're still my absolute bestest friend.

I still remember you moving away at the end of second grade. We were devastated. We plotted ways for my family to keep you in America while your family moved back to Mexico. We cried at the fact that your dad had to get a job transfer back to Queretaro. I remember emailing you to tell you we were visiting at the end of third grade. Do you remember how excited we both were to see each other and how impossibly hard it was to part again? Granted, we bickered like siblings the entire trip, but I guess that just makes us sisters. When you visited in the sixth grade after breaking both of your arms, I had one of the most memorable weeks of my life. When you came back for just a few days sophomore year of high school? I remember how impossibly hard it was to let you go.

I've spent three years without seeing my best friend. It might be five or six before this chapter in our lives comes to a close. That's a lot of years. It's too many, if you ask me.

I can't wait for the days when meeting in the middle means driving twenty minutes from my dorm room or the days when I can surprise you randomly at work or you can show up to one of the plays I'll be stage managing because you would totally subject yourself to not even seeing me on stage just to support me. There will be days when I can come be your most obnoxious and energetic cheerleader at your tennis matches even though I don't understand a single thing that is going on just because I love you, or the days when we can go on double dates with your totally jock-y boyfriend and my music nerd, and we can tell them all the crazy stories from our childhood—very few of them shared together, but all of them shared. Then we'll have days when random dance parties won't be had over FaceTime (which, by the way, need to start happening on a more frequent basis because I can't keep having loner dance parties!). And oh, those days when we can simply sit and study for classes together and complain about horrid professors and try to make it through junior year with good grades! There will certainly be the glorious day when I can bring you home for Thanksgiving and maybe, just maybe, my parents will let me fly home with you for spring break.

I don't want to wait for all the little moments with you, the crazy moments, the life changing moments, and every moment in between. Those late nights just watching movies, or the first concert I direct, or the coffee dates, or the first fashion show for your first clothing line, or the opening of the new building you designed, or the first movie premiere for a movie I've made are the things I cling to when I miss you. I hope we can be together for all of them.

I haven't hugged you since sophomore year of high school, but I've been hugging you in my dreams since then. In my dreams, I ask you to be my maid of honor at my wedding in person. In my dreams, we spend countless hours lying wide awake on your apartment floor after your first date with your future husband. In my dreams, we have tea every Tuesday, get jobs in the city, and live happily ever after. In my dreams, you never left me.

Reality is the worst. I miss you more than you can imagine. I wish we were not miles, and miles, and miles away. People say I'm crazy for hanging on to someone so far away. They ask, "why?" I simply tell them, "She's my best friend. I would follow her across the world."