Dear Best Friend,
Oh my god you've been home for two years. What. Where has the time gone.
So, in order to keep myself on track, here's what I'm going to talk about in this letter: what you've done in the past two years, what we've done in the past two years, and where we're headed from here.
Oh sweet best friend of mine, I can't even tell you how proud of you I am. Taking such active control of your own life, paying bills like an adult-type person, making your mark on the world. Helping people, going on adventures, and, most importantly, doing what makes you happy.
I know it was hard. I know it still is. But you are a fucking rock star, and I look up to you every single day. Thank you for being such an amazing role model. You're still standing. And I love it. I always knew you would.
Even more than just merely surviving, you are thriving. I know things aren't always easy, but I *know* (because I know you) that it's better. I can't even tell you how happy it made me looking at those pictures of you from September.
"She looks so different from how she used to," I said. "She looks amazing."
That warms my heart in ways I can't even tell you. But know that always, ALWAYS, you are the magic. And I'll always believe it enough for the both of us.
And now onto our adventures...
I'm always going to cherish these past two years, Best Friend. Because we've done so much!! Gone on trips, gone hiking, drank WAY too much coffee, snuggled dogs, watched new TV shows, danced in the snow and the rain, gone out for drinks, gotten dressed up, called each other a million times, driven hours to see each other... and the list goes on.
Nothing is ever perfect in this world, but you and I come pretty damn close. You are the sunshine in my life. The umbrella. And I'm always going to be grateful that, no matter what, we had these two years living within 100 miles of each other. Two years where we saw each other regularly. You and me were (and continue to be) magic.
So that leads me to the last part of this letter: where we're headed. Because I'm not going to lie, Best Friend, thinking of how much things are changing for us both scares me a little bit.
I love that we have future plans that include each other, but it'll always scare me a little bit that those plans may not pan out. That our lives may be headed in different physical directions.
That gives me even more of a reason to be grateful for these two years that we had, but it also makes me remember our friendship as a whole. Because before THESE two years, there were two years that we were 13,000 miles apart. And we KICKED ASS.
So yeah, I'm scared. The thought of being away from you never makes me happy. But we're never truly apart. We know how to stay connected better than anyone; how could we not?
And so, with that in mind, let me tell you that I am so excited for these next two years, whatever and wherever they bring us. And you. I admire you every damn day and I can't wait to see what you do next. Because no matter where you are, I'm going to be right beside you. Texting you and calling you and listening to your CDs and planning trips and doing countdowns and laughing with you and triumphing together.
Always together no matter where we are. I promise that I'll remember that.
So, my gorgeous and wonderful constant, here's to the past two years and everything they were. And here's to the next two years and the next fifty. The unknown is fucking terrifying but I believe in you enough to move towards it.
So long as you're always the only one who will ever love me and I'm always the one who loves you most.
Love, love, love,
your Best Friend
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