Dear best friend,
As our freshman year closes, I dread move out day: the day I part ways with my only best friend. Over the last few months, I have grown fairly attached to you. Sure, over the two semesters I've made a few friends here and there, but none as great as you.
From the day we found someone passed out naked in the bathroom, I knew we would be friends. Since that day, we have had a college experience in our own way. You put up with my boyfriend that no one gets along with, you rode my emotional roller coaster as I struggled to decide on a major and you rarely let me eat alone. For that, I cannot thank you enough. Without you, I wouldn't have made in through second semester (at least not with any passing grades). While I'm at it, thank you for babysitting my pets and plants, going on blind dates with boys from other schools, and not judging me when I went outside for every fire alarm in my underwear. Looking back on the year, I hope that I held up my end of the deal as well.
You are such a strong person and I envy your dedication to school, exercise and drinking the most beer at the party. You never turn down the chance to take photos, play beer pong or have fun. You're such a vibrant person and I love you with all my heart. Please, please, please, force me to study next semester and don't let me watch too much Netflix.
I hope you never hesitate to ask me for anything or maybe even demand a few things. I don't know what the next few years have in store for us but all I know is that together or apart, I wish you nothing but the best. If at any point you need to remember what this college town is like over summer, you know where I am. So here's to the parties, the guys, the late night ice cream runs, the countless hours studying and all the free s**t we got. I'll see you soon.
Xoxo,
The girl that won't quit texting you
