Three Isn't Always A Crowd
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Three Isn't Always A Crowd

An open letter to my two best friends.

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Three Isn't Always A Crowd
Bailey Cook

Dear Best Friends,

I never expected this friendship.

When I came to school in my freshman year, I often felt alone. Sure, I had friends from high school, but after going to different schools and losing contact because of conflicting schedules and hectic agendas, I found myself with few people to talk to. I didn't have much to enjoy about my days, as it was the same thing over and over again -- wake up, go to school, come home, do homework, sleep, repeat -- but after meeting you two, and becoming friends, my life has been changed.

And for that, I want to thank you.

They say three is a crowd. But "they" couldn't be more wrong. Being able to call you two my best friends has given me a whole new outlook on life. You give me a sense of security, a safe place among the two of you where I feel at home. You understand me, I understand both of you, we all understand one another. When people on the outside look at the three of us, they would probably wonder how such different individuals would ever become friends. It's even a mystery to myself, sometimes. But for some reason, some odd reason, we just work.

When you are upset, my heart hurts. And when you are happy, I'm happy. I want nothing but the best for the both of you, and when you are satisfied and things are going well, there is nothing more I could ask for. You both deserve the absolute best in life. And when I'm tired or bored or just feeling down, seeing you two makes my whole entire day light-years better. A simple hug, a little heart emoji, or a few words of kindness fill my heart to the brim. Our little conversations with dumb jokes and funny photos in our group chat make me smile with each message. Helping one another out with relationship advice, sitting in one of our cars in the parking lot and catching each other up on all of the latest gossip spontaneous lunch dates and shopping trips -- I enjoy every second of it all. Thank you for opening up to me, and allowing me to open up to you. You bring me out of my shell, you make me laugh, you make my heart warm.

When other people try to turn out trio into a quartet or quintet or sextet, I get a little selfish. Because I don't want others to ruin what we have. Of course, we all have other friends aside from one another, and we have other mutual friends, but this, this is ours. And it's perfect.

It's hard to explain to other people what this friendship means to me. And I hope you both know how much I love you, how much I love us. I can't imagine a life without either of you, and I hope I never have to -- the idea of losing one of you terrifies me. There have been ups and downs, a lot of time and work put towards getting our relationship to where it is today -- and there is still progress to be made, ways to make our bonds even stronger. I can't wait to share more experiences and memories together, as we have so much more we can learn from on another.

I could write a novel on all of the things I love about each of you, about the three of us. But the most important thing I want you both to know is that I'm thankful.

Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for knowing the right words to say. Thank you for understanding me. Thank you for making me happy. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being my best friends.

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