You know that stereotypical situation where there’s a friendship and one friend moves away, and the friendship gets torn apart? The one where no matter how hard those friends try to stay in touch, the distance tears them apart completely? I've more or less been there, and it's been a rocky road.

Let me take it back to when we first met in the fourth grade. To be honest, I didn’t really like you at first. Ah what a funny time. As you can see that obviously changed. I still don’t know why, but I got a “bad vibe” from you back then. I guess it was because I was jealous of your long hair or because you had friends, and because you were the only girl in the class who didn’t welcome me when I was introduced as the new girl. I was offended. Either way, we soon became friends and have been inseparable since. That’s something I couldn’t be more thankful for.

A couple of years later, when I moved away, it was weird because we didn’t know how this was going to turn out.

At first it felt like nothing had changed because we saw each other every weekend, but then when I stopped coming, we really had no clue how we were going to make this friendship work. But somehow, we did.

Through this crazy adventure, we both went through major changes. We both started at new schools, made new friends, and we both got involved in new things that took a lot of time away. I got into choir and sports, while you got into leadership programs and internships. Though I must admit, I was super happy for you, when you started making new friends, I felt sort of left out because you always talked about your them. Then I realized that things like this were gonna happen and that I wasn’t going to be your only friend. I also realized that you probably felt the same way. Truth is, I had always been so attached to you, that I had to get used to not having you around and seeing you share new memories and adventures with new people, just like I would be doing.

Distance was never an issue for us, we always tried to see each other every chance that we got and even when we couldn’t, we would FaceTime, call and text. Those lasted of hours too. Whether I was telling you about my day, the new gossip, or just ranting, you always stuck through and listened without a complaint. Instead, you gave me advice by telling me to suck it up and take it like a man (literally!).

That’s one thing that has kept this friendship working, you being the stronger, colder one while I’m the sensitive one who basically cries for everything. Obviously, being away from each other has brought some troubles to our friendship, like that time we didn’t speak for 4 months because I got mad at you and decided to be petty. That was probably one of the weirdest times of my life. Every time something happened, and I wanted to talk to someone, I had to turn to someone else because I couldn’t turn to you. It sucked, but when I realized I was being childish, you didn’t hesitate to forgive me… Imagine that wouldn’t have happened. Where would we be right now?

These past 10 years have been crazy and awesome. You’ve been my diary, my shoulder to cry on, and the other sister that I never had. Friends have come and gone in and out out my life but you’ve stuck by my side through thick and thin, through the ups and the downs and I’ll never be able to repay you. Thank you for helping me prove that living in two different states will never ruin our friendship. You’re the best and I love you to the moon and back.