When I was younger, I would always watch kid shows like Hannah Montana and iCarly where the main character always had a best friend who they could always depend on. However, I always struggled with making (and keeping) friends and always wanted that kind of relationship with someone.
But then I met you. My person. The person I tell everything to. The person I laugh with– the person I cry with.
It was my freshman year of high school. I decided to take a Theater class on a whim as an elective and you sat at the desk in front of me. I don’t know what I did to make you think this, but you told me you thought I was going to be a b*tch when we first met. Little did you know, I was going to become your b*tch.
We weren’t close right off the bat, but somehow you were crazy enough to listen to me when I told you you should run cross country. Becoming teammates helped our friendship blossom and then before I knew it, you became my best friend.
When you graduated high school, I let our friendship drift apart. I remember you said you wanted to leave high school in the past, and I took it personally because I was still stuck there for another year. I was selfish and immature, and now know that you didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t being the kind of friend you deserved.
However, I think this helped strengthen our friendship. After another year of heartbreaks and stupid high school drama, I realized you were the one true person that understood me. Being the loving, forgiving friend that you are, you gave me another chance.
I don’t know what I’d do without you now. You’re probably the only person that will go sledding with me in sub zero temperature or sing songs from Moana with me in the car. I love our constant ice cream and rollerblading dates. I appreciate you for putting up with my constant need to vent and not judging me for my questionable decisions. Thank you for our life talks and our talks about God. Thank you for supporting my newest crush and not thinking I’m boy crazy (even though there’s a new one every week).
You annoy the sh*t out of me sometimes. I can’t watch movies with you because you talk the whole time. You kick me and roll on me every time we have to share a bed. You’re goofy as hell, but who am I kidding, I am too. Honestly, I wouldn’t want our friendship to be any other way.
Thank you for influencing my style– I now have a passion for ugly sweaters. I remember when your sister asked you, “how do you have friends?!” while gesturing to your sweater– but then she looked at me and I was wearing one too.
Thank you for being the sweetest, most caring person I know. You’ve taught me how to be a friend and now I value quality over quantity in friends.
But most of all, thank you for being my best friend. Because of you, I’ve found my person.
Love always,
Kara