I miss you.

I miss you a lot. I wish I could text you and tell you that, but I’m afraid the feeling won’t be mutual. That would hurt to see; you know how much I hate when somebody reads my texts without responding. Maybe that’s why you would do it, to get to me. Maybe you simply don’t have any desire to be in contact with me.

I miss you.

I check up on you. By the looks of your Instagram, you’ve really settled yourself in your new college life. I remember when we were planning to go to the same university and hoped to be roommates with one another, but I hope everything you experience is better than we could have ever dreamed of. I hope your roommate makes you chicken nuggets at 2 a.m., and you never run out of Goldfish. I hope you never miss a "Pretty Little Liars" marathon. I hope they wear the same size shoe as you — like we did — so you have double the selection. I hope that your friends have your back and never hurt you.

I miss you.

Remember that one time we stayed up laughing until 4 a.m.? Wait, which time? All of them. Every laugh we had together was genuine. There was no animosity between us. It was all real.

The time I showed up at your house to surprise you. The time I answered your mom’s phone call, and she never knew it wasn't you. How people always asked me how you were. We were a unit. Boys knew not to mess with you, because then they had to deal with me. We were a package deal.

I miss you.

You were my best friend. We were supposed to grow old together. We would see old ladies in the mall together, helping each other pick out Sunday church hats, and say, “That’s going to be us!" Sometimes, when I see your photo or you come up in conversation, I feel sick. Not because I hate you or anything, but because I can literally feel a missing piece in my heart where our bond once was. Sometimes, I get really angry thinking about you. How could we let this happen? What happened to being "forever friends?" What about all of our plans together? You were supposed to be my Maid of Honor, or Matron of Honor if you married first (which is likely). I was going to fight for the title of "favorite aunt" with your sisters — and win!

Who knows? Maybe it was for the best. As long as you’re happy. I hope your new "forever friend" will do anything for you, and love you as much as I did and always will. I pray you accomplish everything you want. I hope sometimes, you think about me too.

But if you don’t, just know,

I miss my best friend, and I am always here for you.