Hey you,

This feels weird, doesn’t it? Breaking up when you’re still in love? We knew it was the right thing to do, but how I do stop wanting to text you to hang out, and realize that you’re 940 miles away? My last memory of you is clinging to you desperately as you hugged me for the last time, and I got on that plane to go to college. Tears dripped down my face as I avoided eye-contact with everyone in the airport, wanting nothing more than to run back to you. Now we’re both on our own, getting an education and finding out who we really are. I couldn’t be more excited for you, but a piece of me will always be missing you.

As much as I worry about things, I never worry about you. You are so strong and determined, and I know there’s nothing in this world that will stand in the way of your dreams. Anybody that even gets to say hi to you at school is the luckiest person in the world. I can’t deny how much I’ll miss you. You are my best friend, and the only person that truly understands my obsession with spicy food. Above all else, you taught me to be true to who I am, and to go after what I want, and I couldn’t be more thankful.

Thank you for loving me. Thank you for every kiss, hug, argument, pancake, and bowl of queso. Every taco we ate, and every tear you wiped away. Every time we dramatically sang along with weird voices to songs, and laughed so hard neither of us could speak. I wouldn’t trade a single moment of what we had for anything in the world. I can’t wait to see all the amazing things you do. I hate that I won’t be joining my adventure buddy on this one, but I know you’ve got this.

Love you always.