Dear Best Friend,

The day has finally come for me to say my goodbyes... To my family, to my home, to you. Although I bust on you all the time, I do love and appreciate you, and I hope that you know that forever (but don't get too used to this serious, sappy stuff).

We've talked about this day for a while - sometimes in depth, sometimes in passing, sometimes seriously, and sometimes joking around. I think that in reality, joking around about it covered the fact that we were both dreading this day (because neither of us would say that we ACTUALLY cared).

I always thought that you would be the one to move away and move on first. At least, that's how we've always talked about it. And it made sense - you're older (only by a year), you knew what your plans were way before I did, and you knew how to get there and fast. But, even though you had everything lined up, I'm still the one to actually leave first. Weird, right?

Know that I'll miss you. Know that distance means nothing. Know that I care about you. Know that even though I tell you I hate you, I really do, in fact, love you dearly.

I'll miss our adventures and long talks and endless fake fights. I'll miss the way that you always text me back within 30 seconds and if you don't, then something's wrong. I'll miss your stupid stories and dumb daredevil stunts. I'll miss being stupid with my best friend and knowing that we can always meet for coffee the next day (because neither of us have lives). I'll miss that you're always willing to drop everything you're doing to help me out - even if I tell you I don't need it (becuase 9 times out of 10, I do).

You have my promise to text you every week, to call if I'm in trouble, and to be there when you need to vent. Distance may come between, but with a bond like ours, nothing can separate.

All my love.