A Note to My Best Friend

So, here we go again. Round two of this adventure in life we call "college." I'm not going to lie and tell you how excited I am to move back. I'm not going to tell you that I'm not scared about living in the dorms again, using public showers, and failing classes. I am going to tell you that the only thing I can honestly say I'm looking forward to is seeing you again. I can't wait to go back to being best friends again.

I know this year is going to be different, more difficult in some aspects, and simpler in others. I know that we're both going to find ourselves immersed in our studies and our paths will divide, but I hope to see us sitting on the floor in your room with your paint supplies spread out and me with a notebook and pen while we blast whatever music seems fitting for out ever-changing moods.

I hope you'll still trust me enough to pour your heart out to me when you're troubled.

I hope we'll never be too involved with our studies to take an ice-cream break whether with ice-cream and chocolate syrup from the freezer or with a hot fudge brownie al-a-mode from Denny's at 2:00 in the morning.

I hope those very cute, athletic, sexy boys don't pull us apart. . not yet. Not ever. Because they'll never be too cute, athletic, or sexy to ruin our friendship, and if they are, then they aren't the boys for us.

I hope we have lots of fun, new friends. I know that some days we'll spend more time with them than each other, but that's okay, because someday we'll let them go and then we'll see, once again, that it's always going our friendship that lasts.

I hope you start painting your masterpiece. And I hope I start writing the Great American Novel.

I hope we text each other through class; meet for lunch; text through our next class; study together; eat dinner together; have late-night talks; text each other from our rooms; chat online for a while; fall asleep; and get up and do again the next day.

I hope we continue to discover things about each other, ultimately discovering ourselves.

I hope we cry through sappy chick flicks.

I hope we fill another eight quote boards with silly memories.

I hope we go to weddings and babyshowers for our friends who let those cute, athletic, sexy boys win their hearts. And after having fun celebrating, thinking how we want to get married and/or have babies, I hope we still realize that we're not ready for that stuff yet.

I hope we get bored one night and take a billion and one crazy pictures of ourselves.

I hope we have heartaches and struggles, and days where nothing seems to go right, because those are the days where our friendship will truly grow.

I hope we get new Carly Simon songs.

I hope we go to the Chinese Buffet. And Chili's. And Denny's. And Scoreboard. And I hope we don't count calories when we're celebrating being friends.

I hope I have to fight off boys to keep you all to myself. I hope I have to steal your paint brushes after you've painted for 38 hours straight with no food and only one pee break. And, I hope you have to fight back the pens to keep me from getting too involved with my writing.

I hope we walk to Robert's and completely forget our budgets and buy scrapbooking and art supplies for temporary happiness.

I hope we turn the music up and forget the world for a while and then find ourselves dancing like idiots.

I hope we don't miss the opportunities that will be given to us.

I hope that we cry when we say good-bye for Christmas, Spring Break, and next summer. And then, I hope we'll do it all over again next year.

I don't need to hope that we'll always be friends. I already know that.

I love you sooo much!