Dear best friends,
Words can’t describe how much I miss you.Don’t get me wrong, I’ve made great friends in college, friends that I hope to keep around for as long as you’ve been around.
But there is something about your high school friends- the group of people that have heard you sing “Beautiful Soul” by Jesse McCartney, have spoon fed you ice cream when that asshole guy broke your heart, and have held your hand through every hospital trip, death in the family, and quarter-life crisis.
The friends that have witnessed your awkward stage in seventh grade when you wore Hollister t-shirts, pre-wrap headbands, and Aeropostale jeans, and still choose to associate with you. But they can now make fun of you for it.
The friends that didn’t laugh when you ugly cried into their shoulder.The friends that your families considered a second child, knew your garage code number, and walked into your house on countless occasions without invitation. The friends that you spent hours driving around your city with, laughing with your heads thrown back and praying that one day you would all escape this town. The friends you didn’t realize until you left, were the ones you could be 100% yourself around.
I didn’t realize then how much I would miss those nights, or how much I would come to value your friendship. You know all of my secrets, and could probably recite my life story better than I can. You understand why I do things the way that I do them, never gave up on me when I made mistakes. I learned who I am and who I want to be with you by my side, and I know that a lot of who I am came from you.
When we realized that our lives were taking us hundreds of miles away from each other, a part of me was thrilled to see the amazing things in store for all our lives. But, of course, another part of me cringed at the thought of not having you ten minutes down the road, laughing about familiar things and listening to the same old, familiar songs.
Maybe that’s the beauty in this season of life, that we can discover different, new pieces of ourselves in other places, and somehow find our way back home to share those pieces with each other.
Some days are harder than others; some days I want nothing more than to jump in a car, and drive hours to see you. But I know, even on the bad days that we all are where we are supposed to be thanks to each other, and I owe it to you to become the person that you’ve encouraged me to be. I look forward to the day that we see each other again, and can laugh at old inside jokes that we’ve had for years.
Thank you for the constant Facetimes, and the endless support when I doubt my decisions. Know that no one will ever take your place in my life, regardless of whether or not we talk every day. You will always have special spot in my heart.
Counting down the days,
Your Best Friend
