Disclosure: This letter may contain mushy, emotional information.

Dead my high school best friend,

I wake up every morning and think that I am going to be seeing you later in the day when we walk together in the high school halls and laugh the entire time. Then I look around and see that I am in my bed at college and that my hallways are in dorms and not lined with lockers.

I know we are both moving on now, growing up and experiencing new things with new people, but sometimes I do not want new people. I want to just talk to you and laugh like we would have done if we were still together, eating pizza and ice cream and watching a marathon of Friends.

It frustrating that we can't do our ritual car rides around the neighborhood listening to Z-100 and that I can't sit on the couch and vent to you about how my mom is being "like so annoying" or how I "cant find the perfect outfit." Now that we are away from each other, for the first time in a while, I realize it was the small things in our friendship that meant the absolute most to me.

We are always 100 percent on the same page and since we come from the same place we always understand each other. I cant think of a better example of this than during the first week of school when you Facetimed me from Michigan saying that your roommate thinks the bagels in Michigan are amazing. You and I both laughed knowing that after having a New Jersey/New York bagel, anyone who thinks a bagel from anywhere else is good is just simply insane.

So best friend. Not being together right now sucks, but our Facetimes and texts sure don't. I am so happy I found a friend like you and I can not wait to be reunited on our Thanksgiving break. I guess distance really does make the heart grow fonder?

Love,

Your high school best friend