I'm one of those girls who knows a lot of people but has a pretty small group of close friends. I've always been that way. I'm also one of those girls who will say, "I have a lot of guy friends." Some people like to respond to this by saying, "All girls say that." I just shrug because I actually mean it.

For as long as I can remember, my friend group has consisted mostly of guys and that didn't change when I got to college my freshman year. I immediately bonded with the guys I was introduced to a lot faster than I did the girls I encountered, and as my friends have come and gone throughout the last four years, there have been a few who have stuck with me through it all, especially one in particular: my best friend.

I met my best friend my very first day of college when my new friend and I were super homesick and didn't know what to do with ourselves now that our parents had gone home and we were stuck in this new city where we knew no one. Her mom had met his mom on the plane from California, so she texted him to come hang out with us at the freshman party the student union was throwing. He did, and he hasn't been able to get rid of me ever since.

With only three weeks left of my college career, I've looked back on pictures from the years, reminisced with my friends and have tried not to cry every time I realize I'll be moving away from all of my friends soon, especially my best friend. After four years of friendship, I think all I can say to him is thank you.

Thank you for always walking me back to my dorm freshman year when it was dark and I'd been hanging out in your dorm or studying in the library.

Thank you for hugging me so tightly when I was so homesick and scared all of my new friends were going to think I was a basket case for not being used to college life as quickly as they were. Thank you for saying you understood and that you were there for me, and thank you for meaning it.

Thank you for cooking with me and laughing when I judged you.Thank you for coming over with Oreos to watch "Friends" in my dorm to cheer me up.

Thank you for being there the first time I got drunk ... which happened after like, three drinks, because I had no idea how awful my tolerance was.

That said, thanks for introducing me to rum and coke because it's bae.

Thanks for being weird and stubborn and always sticking to your guns about what you believe in, even when no one else understands or believes in it with you.

Thank you for listening to me vent about boys for the last four years and for actually caring about what I say, no matter how many times you've heard the same story. And thanks for venting to me about girls. Sometimes I feel smart with the advice I can offer.

Thank you for introducing me to Hoodie Allen. And for blaring every new CD in the car on road trips or just around campus.

Thank you for holding me while I cried at our sophomore year Relay because it had been the hardest year of my life, and you understood. Thank you for telling me you loved me and that you were never going anywhere and for reminding me of that for the next two years every time I forgot or got scared you'd change your mind. Thank you for proving me wrong when, for a while, I thought people always left.

Thank you for all those times you made me laugh until my stomach hurt and for all the times like that that are still to come.

Thank you for always sharing your coffee ... and your alcohol. And food. Thanks for feeding me.

Thank you for letting me hang out at your house so much that sometimes it feels like I basically live there too.

Thank you for introducing me to your friends who became my friends. My college years would not have been as much fun without your fraternity's parties and tailgates, your house parties (the good ones and the bad ones) and road trips to football games, concerts and horse races.

Thank you for all the jokes you made about me and all the pranks you pulled on me and all the teasing in general.

Thank you for getting me involved with Relay for Life.

Thank you for housing me that one time Columbia had a thousand-year flood, and I got evacuated from my apartment. And thanks for letting me stay an extra night even though you knew I was lying when I told you that I was still evacuated from my apartment but really I was just scared to go back because none of my roommates were home yet.

Thank you for protecting me fiercely, but always letting me make my own decisions.

Thank you for introducing me to your parents and letting me hang out with you guys when they're here. They're pretty awesome.

Thank you for not dating me even though everyone says we should date, or thinks we're dating, or says that we'll end up together, or that we're crazy for still being friends through it all. Thank you for still being my best friend through all the chaos; all the long talks, the tears, the laughs. It's been one hell of a ride, and I'm so glad we came through it as friends.

Thank you for letting me take so many pictures and videos over the years.

Thank you for being awesome and doing things like show up in Seattle for a night when I was interning there last summer.

Thank you for that one time at that football game junior year when the top button of my dress kept coming unbuttoned at the tailgate, so you re-buttoned it for me because I was "showing off too much" (I wasn't).

Thank you for all the t-shirts I stole that you probably won't get back.

Thank you for knowing me so well we can communicate through facial expressions. It's kind of fun.

Thank you being my unofficial Odyssey editor and proof reading almost every article I wrote and for reading the ones you didn't after they got published.

Thank you for being so passionate and caring about everything you do. It's inspiring.

Thank you for fighting with me and pissing me off and getting mad at me back, and thank you for always ending fights laughing. You've shown me what true friendship is all about.

Thank you for always answering my Greek and sports and medical questions. You rock.

Thanks for always swooping in to save me when some weirdo won't stop talking to me at a bar and for dragging me away from guys I'm talking to who you don't approve of ... even if it was in the middle of a conversation.

Thanks for Tindering with me at dinner that one time and totally confusing our waitress. I'm honored to be in a picture on your profile.

Thank you for letting me babble when I tell a story and never minding (or acting like you don't mind).

Thank you for being there through the breakups, through all the stressful times, and through all the hard times.

Thanks for talks that last until 3 a.m., even when you have stuff to do.

Thank you for understanding me, for getting to know me and for reminding me that you know me as well as I know you. Thank you for teaching me what it really means to have a best friend who you can trust unconditionally, who will be there for you no matter what, who will support you through anything, who will be bluntly honest and never apologize, and who genuinely, truly cares. Thank you for showing me what it really means to say, "I love you," and mean it.

I am so proud of the person I've watched you grow to be and of all the accomplishments you've achieved in the last four years. You deserve the world. Thank you for being my partner in crime all through college, I can't wait to see where the next chapter takes us! Love ya bud, thanks for being you!

P.S.: I didn't cry at any point when writing this, and I tried really hard not to be too cheesy.