As I reflect on my freshman year, I realize college brought many ends and beginnings into our lives, but I think our drift started in our senior year of high school.

We weren't always the closest of friends. For a while, I think we tolerated each other at best. Somewhere along the lines as middle school was coming to an end and high school began, we just clicked. You became my number one cheerleader, and I became your favorite annoyance.

You were the first person I'd tell when something happened. We'd text every day, and you gave the best boyfriend advice even when I wouldn't follow it. My parents absolutely adored you and still do to this day. You'd show up at random just to check in and see how I was doing.

You were never opposed to a movie night and nap time when getting out of bed that day would take too much effort. I never needed a big group of friends because I had you.

Wherever I went, my parents knew I'd ask you to be my plus one. If a situation made me uncomfortable, you were the first to notice. As my mental health declined, you did nothing but try to understand and be there for me, even when I was a pain to deal with.

When I transferred to your school, you tried to make me feel accepted, make me feel like I was wanted. As our lives slowly started getting busier, we were no longer inseparable, but you were always somewhere in the background looking out for me; wanting the best for me. We still picked up right where we left off when life gave us time to see each other.

Some people might look at our friendship now and see it as one we lost hold of, but I don't look at it that way. You're still the girl who makes me feel no shame in oversharing; the girl who pushes me to be the best version of myself I could ever possibly be. When all is said and done, you'll always have that place in my family.

As we're both trying to figure out this whole adulthood thing, remember that I'll always be off in the sidelines cheering you on.