Dear Best Friend,
Lately I’ve found myself really appreciating the friendship we share. I don’t think I’ve told you lately how much it really means to me that our friendship has lasted so long, and I figured the start of a new year is as good of a time as any.
You and I didn’t start out friends. We actually started out kind of hating each other. Eventually we found some middle ground and I’m so glad we did. We became friends at a point in high school where we both needed someone that just “got” us. We’ve experienced highs and lows in our friendship, but somehow we always manage to pull through it.
From jamming to “Let Me See The Booty” and planning how to sneak out late, to getting grounded when we got caught and having to send apology letters to each others parents, we stuck it out. We had some pretty bad fights too, but even when we did get mad at each other, we still really only hung out with each other. I don’t know if we just disliked everyone else more than we disliked each other, or if it was our passive aggressive nature, but even the bad arguments never really kept us apart.
We survived high school, and then college came along and suddenly I was saying goodbye to my best friend as she headed to a school hours away from the one I was headed to. I was definitely nervous that our friendship would end there, but it didn’t. We both grew apart a little. We got boyfriends and college best friends, and we got distant. Thankfully, that didn’t last very long.
No matter what happens in my life, I’ve always known that I can go to you. All it takes is a, “Please send me funny stuff, I need to laugh right now” text or a “OMFG you will not believe what happened last night” phone call. I know that you’ve got my back and you’ll always be the first one to tell me what’s what. You support me but you also give me tough love when I need it. You don’t BS me or let me get away with being a sasshole.
I’m so grateful for our friendship. I’m grateful that you’ve been there for my best memories and helped me get over my worst memories. I’m grateful that you stuck around when I was being a crappy friend, and that you didn’t kill me when I threw up in your bed after my 21st birthday. I’m blessed that you’re my partner in crime and the first person to jump on board with doing something fun, but that we have just as much fun staying in and Netflix-binging.
Thank you for listening to me complain about boys and school, and giving me a shoulder to cry on when I needed it. Thank you for looking out for me. Thank you for giving me the advice that I didn’t want to hear, but that I desperately needed to take. Thank you for telling me when an outfit needed some work or when I used way too much black eye shadow. Thank you for being my person. Thank you for being the friend that has stayed through it all.
Love,
Me
