Dear Twin,

As I sit here in my tiny prison cell, typing this, I wish nothing more than to be back home with you, annoying Dana. Leaving you was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do, even if you are only 63 miles away. For the past two years now you’ve impacted my life in ways I can never forget. I thank God every day that he sent someone to me that knows me inside and out. I thank God you have never done me wrong nor have I ever had to question your loyalty. As with every friendship, we’ve experienced our ups and downs and we’ve had some close calls to calling it quits, but we’ve stuck it through. We work like clockwork with each other, going through the same phases, and at the end of the night, we both know we can’t be losers living out of Dana’s house and Logan’s car. I thank God that we give each other the drive that we lack amongst ourselves. Every single day it's either you face timing me or me face timing you, wanting to drop out of college and become a bread baker. I thank God Drew left me here with someone genuine. He always saw that you were my only true friend, and he would tell me endlessly he only saw you out of all of our friends at mine and his wedding (excluding Dustin). I don’t think anyone understands how cool it is reading each other’s minds, literally twin telepathy. We can be at a wedding, and I can look over at you and read your mind instantly: whether you’re comfortable, if you're drunk, if you’re ready to cry. It sucks I have to do this college journey without you. I hate how practical your being and I hope I figure out the right words to convince you to come. We can be in debt together and worry about it when we are bitter and live in London. As I type these last words I can already see the tears forming in your cry baby eyes. I’ll be waiting for your facetime call.

Love, Your Twin.