Hey you, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you or something.

I know, I know it’s been awhile. Yes I know I never answer my phone, or my text messages…or my snapchats, and I apologize that my Instagram liking game is severely lacking—but I promise you post great pics!

Putting my poor communication skills aside, and the fact that we only get to see each other every couple of months, I really haven’t forgotten about you.

In high school we were inseparable, it seemed like everyday after school and every weekend we had some reason for hanging out.

We ate pasta too frequently, made drives around MTC too much, and the people at the froyo place definitely knew us better than they should have.

We had a “quad” with two other best friends who made those hard high school days seem like a breeze.

You were there for me during my self-conscious freshman year brace-face period, and helped me pick out my prom outfits. You came to every sporting event I dragged you to, and only complained slightly.

I put up with that insufferable boyfriend (no need to name names) and you took all of my late night calls and texts.

I’ll never forget the many arguments we got into about who deserved the DJ privileges as we started one of our many adventures, and how we seemed to take the long way to wherever we needed to go.

These were the awkward phases, we cried, we laughed, we rebounded, and helped each other up when things got a little too hard.

You helped me through my first night of drinking (thank god that happened when you were around and not during my freshman year of college) and covered me when my parents nearly found out. We ventured through some pretty sketchy parties (that basement) and made truly terrible choices, but at least you were right by my side making those mistakes with me.

You were my rock, my right hand, my sounding board, and my partner in crime.

You still are, our relationship has just changed.

You're miles away at a different school, living a different life that doesn’t involve me—and I’m doing the same.

We’ve made new friends, new foes, fell on our faces and gotten back up.

I’ve watched you grow and shine these past few years and although I don’t say it enough, I am so proud of you.

You and I were both little sh*** back in the day, but look how far we’ve come.

At the end of the day, no one will ever know me as well as you do and that is a fact. I am stuck with you, and you’re stuck with me. This is also a fact. So get used to it, and get excited because baby we’re in it for the long haul.

Yes, our relationship is still evolving and although right now it feels that we’re a millions miles away, I’m only a phone call away (well if you really need me to answer I’m going to need a phone call and a text that says some type of emergency has happened)…just kidding! I joke, I joke.

But in all seriousness—and I know we aren’t the mushy type, but if you’ve been able to make it this far in the letter—know that I love you, and I am so proud and honored to call you my best friend. Keep rocking, and know that I’ll always be here. I can’t wait to see you soon.

Xoxo,

Your bestie