Dear Long Distance Friends (and Basically Lovers),

True friendship isn’t about being inseparable, it’s being separated and nothing changes.

I’ll be the first to admit that I make a terrible friend, let alone one worthy of the title “best.” I’m flaky, a terrible-texter, and an all-around ‘can’t wait to cancel plans’ kind of gal. It’s not so much that I’m bad at making friends- because I’m an amazing fake extrovert, but more so that I’m awful at keeping them. And yet here I am at 2:00 am sobbing (either out of feels or hysterics) with people that I haven’t been able to see in forever.

You literally warm my heart because if it’s not sending each other messages of love and positive reinforcement, it’s raging arguments about controversial topics we aren’t afraid to bring up with one another. We clash, sometimes my blood boils, but in the end, we walk away a better person because what good is it to surround yourself with people of the same opinion? As John Stuart Mill will tell you, no matter how solid you think your stance is, go and challenge it. If I wake up with 200 missed messages, chances are we’re talking about politics or religion. That or we’re sharing fun facts (which is usually science related; the struggle of being the solo humanities major) on our latest passions.

But some days we’re not always that deep, some days we spam each other with Buzzfeed quizzes and ‘tag-yourself’ pictures. There is always room for flirtatious lines, inappropriate jokes, and my spectacular puns (even if you hate them). We gossip more than we should, but we always back each other up even if we’ve never met -insert nickname here-. And don’t even get us started on our escapades (sexual or otherwise). With us, there is no such thing as TMI. Who needs a Dear Diary when you can just rant to squad? You honestly know more details about my life than my friends here do.

Despite the miles apart, I have never felt so close to someone. I have never been so vulnerable and yet safe at the same time. The older we’ve gotten, the sappier and cheesier we’ve become but I welcome it. There is nothing to be embarrassed about and even when we talk about it I still think I haven’t conveyed it enough.

To my long distance friends: I miss you, whether we haven’t spoken in years or literally just texted each other. I am proud of you, whether it be for graduating early or simply getting up today. And above all, I love you.