The best friend you meet in college is a very special kind of friend. They are the friend you found out of hundreds, possibly thousands, of people at your university.
The person who has been there for you on your worst days and celebrated with you on your best.
The person who makes late-night Target runs feel like spontaneous road trip adventures.
The person that you consult before starting a Netflix series, because you know you'll end up watching it together anyway.
The person that knows how to comfort you (Ben & Jerry's... duh) and when to give you some tough love.
They're the person who simultaneously acts as your therapist, dance partner, wingman, and study buddy.
The person you obsess over Pinterest travel boards with.
The person who makes all-nighters go by in the blink of an eye.
The person whose dorm room is your home away home.
The person who knows all your weird obsessions and accepts you for them.
The person you hug like you haven't seen them in a year, even though it's been three days.
The person you can't ever stay mad at.
They are the person who understands the struggle between wanting to go out and REALLY wanting to stay in.
The person you can have whole conversations with without saying a word.
The person who both encourages you to go to class and skips with you when you don't feel like it.
The person who knows all your quirks and idiosyncrasies and the secrets you haven't told anyone else.
The person who steers you away from the wrong guy.
The person who accepts retail therapy as a legitimate form of treatment.
The person you can be your weirdo-self with.
So, best friend, I just want to thank you for being, well… the best.
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