I remember the first time we met like it was five minutes ago. You were sitting with your boyfriend and I was walking down the hallway of my residence hall. I had presumptions about you and I wasn't really sure how to take your platonic face. After all, it's not like you smile often, right? It wasn't until about two months later that we actually met. Yeah, we shared pleasantries when we were first introduced but it's not like I immediately became infatuated with you. The second time around, I realized what a mistake I made by brushing you off and we hit it off almost immediately.
A year later, I cannot imagine my life without you in it. From calling me in the middle of the night to make sure I'm OK to driving to Lexington to accompanying me to my minor surgery simply because my anxiety levels spiked the night before at the thought of facing it, you've never failed your duties as my best friend. If there were ever a time that I needed you, you would not hesitate to drop whatever it is you are doing to help me with whatever I am facing. There is absolutely no way I could ever repay you for all of the times you have been by my side and picked me up when I was down. Even though we're nearly 70 miles apart for the majority of our relationship, we're incredibly close at heart and the distance is made up for with our daily FaceTime calls and lunch dates.
We talk about our futures on a daily basis and about how we are going to live next door to each other when we really begin our lives as fully functional adults. Since we're being honest and everything, I'm not actually joking when I say that I'm going to live next to you and your husband with 20 cats. Kudos to you for finding someone to deal with your psychotic self! In all seriousness, I want to thank your husband for being understanding when I arrive at your house in the afternoon and let myself in all because you thought it would be a good idea for me to have a key to your house. I can't help it if I like your Wi-Fi more than I like my own.
Thank you for accepting me and all of my oddities with a smile on your face. I would not have survived my sophomore year of college without your support, encouragement, constant reminders to "Keep the faith" and the occasional smack on the wrist when I've done something stupid. You are my person. The Cristina Yang to my Meredith Grey. Most importantly, you are my best friend. It doesn't matter how many miles apart we are, I am always here for you just like you are always here for me. Thank you for being my long distance best friend.
I love you and I'll see you soon.
