I honestly do not know how I spent the first 18 years without your hundreds of single-lined texted stories and our simultaneous thoughts every day.

When I first came to college, it was like an alternate universe. It was, as everyone says, stepping completely out of my comfort zone. I was hundreds of miles away from my family, friends, home, and pets. So, I was completely unable to just go home for a night and relax in a place I felt most comfortable. So, safe to say I was petrified of the idea of being completely alone.

But, then I met my best buddy.

It was on move-in day, and everyone in our dorm was walking around introducing themselves, while I was sitting in my room still unpacking and figuring out where I can put the excessive amount of clothing and décor I brought with me. You and your roommate came down and introduced yourselves, you were extremely quiet and I remember not even knowing your name at first.

For the first few days, we were not even that close so I never even imagined how close we would get. But, eventually we split into friend groups and you ended up coming downstairs and hanging around my roommate and I. From then on, I started to realize we always thought the same exact thing at the same time, kind of like telepathy.

You started to become my person on campus when I knew that every time I got annoyed, upset, or angry, you would feel the exact same way without fail. We kind of got each other completely, and now I go to you literally every time I need to talk about something. From sending you an essay through 100 single lined texts blowing up your phone about something, to running upstairs and going on and on about something that had happened earlier, you were always there sending me 100 single lined texts back or having a full-on discussion in your room for hours.

You may not have been my best friend from the second I stepped on campus, but there is no one on this campus that could understand me to the extent that you do. There is no one else that would react completely normally to 500 new text messages on their phone from me, or that would drop their headphones or sit up in bed to listen to what I needed to say at 1 in the morning.

I also do not think I could ever find someone who has been through everything I have been through, and can sit there and understand why I am having a panic attack randomly, or why a Facebook video makes me cry because I am that stressed.

So, thank you best friend, for reading my mind and understanding my every thought. I have no idea what I would do without our telepathy and our shady jokes. There is no one else I could text a shady joke to while in the same room, and not get a weird response as to why I texted them while in the same room.

I love you times a million buddy,

Your college best friend.