Dear Best Friend,

You found me when I was at my lowest: saddened over the loss of my closest friend, overwhelmed with work, stressed about the future. Others chose to run; I was a mess, after all, and who would have wanted to deal with the fallout of my situation anyway? You could have chosen to do the same. You could have given me a helping hand for just a lonely minute until someone else called for you, leading you away from me. However, you saw me in my most raw form and chose to see the good in me. You looked for the adventurous version of myself, wanting to go on road rips at two in the morning on a school night. You looked for the happiest version of myself, laughing at some dumb joke we made minutes earlier. Most importantly, you looked for me, another girl trying to find her way around in the world.

I could write for eternities about the time we first met or the crazy last minute adventures to the middle of nowhere or the FaceTime calls randomly throughout the day, but one idea is much more important: I cannot thank you enough for finding me. Everyone needs a helping hand, and I have been lucky enough to have you to provide one for me every second of every single day. I can always count on you to pick up the phone whether it be 3 in the morning or 8 at night. You give me incredible advice that I can continually put into action, ranging anywhere from specified athletic tips to broad socialization techniques.

I am always here for you as you have been for me. I hope that I have had the same impact on your life as you have had in mine, even for the short time you have been my best friend. Even though we are separated at the moment, this year will go by quickly; we can both be in college together soon and spend more time making the memories that will last a lifetime. Until then, I am only a phone call away.