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Musing: A Letter to My Future Best Friend

I've always wanted a best friend. Not a good friend, but a Best Friend.

I've always had friends, some I even called my best friend at the time, but they always had someone else who was their number one. That hurts me a little, deep down.

I've had this idea in my head for a while that when I started university I would hit it off with someone, we would go to a party, get completely hammered, and then spill our biggest secrets to each other. After that we would have an instant, unbreakable lifelong bond... I know right, it's a silly idea. 

But none the less, a small part of me still wants this to happen.

I want someone who I can go to first with everything and who does the same with me. Someone who I can laugh out loud with, be silly with, go on adventures with, and genuinely be myself around, without judgement. I want to let my guard down and completely trust this person, to confide my deepest, darkest fears and secrets in them. I want them to feel that they can do all these things with me. I want us to support each other through anything and help each other become our best selves. I want a real  best friend.

Sometimes I worry I'll never find this person. But I still have time, and faith. 

And so, I say to the best friend who I have yet to meet: Be the Thelma to my Louise, the Betty to my Veronica, the Rachael to my Monica.