You’re my favorite person in the whole wide world, and let’s be honest, you live too far away from me. Any place where moose live is too far from Texas. You’re married, and one day I will be too (hopefully…) but you’ll always be my kindred spirit, my bosom friend (Anne of Green Gables, anyone?) and my buddy.

Thanks for letting me call you when I’m freaking out over unfortunate ex-boyfriend encounters, laughing at my awkwardness, and not getting mad at me when I knocked your cap off at our high school graduation.

Don’t ever doubt that I will buy that plane ticket and hop on up to Minnesota if you ever need me. And don’t worry, your children will think I am the cool auntie. Because I will be. Piercings and candy in my purse included. Even though you’ve got a man, and a big girl life and an adult-ish job and we don’t talk as much anymore, I am always here and I’m always missing you!

You are the cream cheese to my toast (I loved you even more when we found out we have the same taste in breakfast. Let’s have a two week long sleepover again, when we’re old widows with blue hair.)

You are the Peter to my Wendy (Most people say this metaphorically but we’re so special that you were literally my Peter Pan. Dear heart.)

You are the waffles to my syrup (you’re the heart, I’m the sass…sometimes the other way around.)

You are the Elphaba to my Glinda (I wish I had a magic broom because gurl I would be up there in a heartbeat if I could fly.)

Thank you for your companionship, our inside jokes (screw your tea!), our mutual remorse at cutting our long locks off after high school, bursting into song with me at any given moment, looking the absolute best at prom and side-by-side blowing everyone else out of the water, for making me your maid of honor, and letting me scream at you in villain-mode when musical theater required it, and always being eager to listen.

One day you’ll tell me to snap out of Bridezilla mode, and one day we’ll go on double dates, and one day we’ll sit in matching rocking chairs at our old folks’ home. Maybe we’ll really start that band, whose name is too embarrassing and eighth-grade inspired to include in this letter, and one day we will definitely get those matching tattoos.

But, until then, know that you are my favorite friend, my partner in crime, and I love you! Stay strong, friend, I’ll see you soon.