Dear Far Away (Best) Friend,
Since the age of four, you have been my person. Just like Meredith had Christina, I had, and still have, you. We did everything together: shared clothes, went to the mall and spent too much money on clothes we were never going to wear, etc. You were always the one that sat up late with me to talk about the piece of crap I was dating. Without you, my life would not have been the same.
When the day came that I woke up to a moving truck at the bottom of your driveway, I sat in my window for hours because it didn’t seem real. What was I going to do without you? That is why I am here to say thank you.
Thank you for immediately responding to the screenshots from boys I don't know how to respond to. Thank you for also keeping me updated with the drama on Twitter since I am never up to date with it all.
Thank you for the late night Facetimes that keep me awake longer than they should. Actually, thank you for the Facetimes in general, no matter the time of day.
Thank you for letting me borrow your clothes when I don't pack enough when I visit. Thank you for sharing your bed when I visit, too.
Thank you for eating the entire bowl of Buffalo Chicken dip with me so that I don't feel like a fatty and sharing the guilt when it's all gone. Thank you for letting me have the last glass of wine when I had a bad day and then laying on the couch and watching Christmas Vacation in the middle of July.
Thank you for being there no matter what, regardless of how far away you are.
Thank you for overnighting the phone chargers I left behind, along with the clothes that got hung up in your closet.
Thank you for the laughs, thank you for the cries, and every emotion in between.
Thank you being the first to text me when something good happens, and being the first to call me when something bad happens. Also, thank you for sitting next to your phone to immediately respond when I send an SOS.
Thank you for being honest with me, even when you want to sugarcoat things.
Thank you for making the time for me when you travel home. You have so many other friends to see, but you always make time for me.
Thank you for being another sister to me, someone that I can always count on. You never once gave up on us just because you were in a different state. You continued to text me and call me and check in to make sure I was surviving in the small town you once called home. I miss you and so does the cul-de-sac we used to ride roller blades around. You are my best friend, and nothing, not even 437 miles, will change that.
Love,
Home and Missing You
