For the past week or so, you've been tagging me on Facebook in different articles with titles like "25 Things Only Long Distance BFFs Understand" but nothing actually made me cry until just now when I read "A Letter To My College Best Friend." I've been sad this past week, but that one really pushed me over the edge because it was so accurate. It did get one thing wrong though.
You are definitely always the one to give blatantly honest feedback when my outfit still looks slightly like my freshman self who didn't know if she wanted to be a hippy or a scene kid. No one could be as blunt as you are without making me mad, but I know that you do it because you love me. Even now. Probably in the last week or so.
At the risk of just being overly cliche and sappy, you are the yin to my yang. You're the Blair to my Serena and the Dean to my Sam. I don't actually know what I would do without you at this point, but I do know that college wouldn't have been nearly as fun or fantastic (or sleep deprived) without you by my side through it all. If those half-heart best friend necklaces were still a thing, I would totally buy us a set.
Because you are my favorite person in the entire world (sorry Stephen - I love you too). You are who I want with me when I go shopping, get coffee, go to Walmart, or just sit around my house taking up space on the couch doing absolutely nothing (and maybe even napping). No one else gets so excited about planners or text conversations or splitting a bottle of wine or sales at Deep South Pout with me like you do, and I'm about 99% sure that no one else would have offered to make a scene when you-know-who ignored me that time (even though he was standing right next to me - rude). I cannot ever tell you how much you mean to me or how much I'm going to miss you once I leave Saturday morning.
I wish I wasn't leaving and could stay here instead and move into the fancy house with you at the end of this summer. I wish I wasn't leaving before the semester was over so we could at least finish college together (kinda, haha). But you and I both know that I would go stir-crazy if I had to stay here much longer, especially knowing that there is so much possibility for me elsewhere. So instead, I'll be visiting every few weeks and blowing up your phone with snapchats while I'm gone about how you need to visit me even though you hate Atlanta.
And we are going to the beach this summer. I still want to go to New Zealand. Whatever happens, you are, and always will be, my best friend. Whether you're in Africa and I'm in Scotland or we're living down the street from one another, that will never change. And on that note, you better keep in mind ideas for when you're my maid of honor one day since we're actually old enough at this point that it could happen (which is still weird). Because you will be the first person to know when I'm engaged. You'll also be the first person to know when I get a "big girl" job for the first time. When I move. When I make big decisions. You'll probably also be first to know about the little things too. And I better be the first one on your end. When you've had a rough day and want to vent - call me. When you're super excited about something that most people would find insignificant - call me. Really, anytime you just want to talk, you're welcome to call me. Even at 3 AM.
Because I could never replace you, and I would never want to.
I love you tons, bestie. Thank you for being the best friend that I didn't know I needed.