I just left your bedroom. I’m wandering around the hallway just to take it in. It has been months after all. The smell of your house, as I've said before, is undeniable. The chill runs through me like a blanket of peace. I'm home. At least, my second home. After all of the months that I have been stuck at home without you, this feels like a vacation. It smells like you, it looks so familiar, and of course, you're here.

You. My endless source of good advice and comfort. The person I could listen to for hours on end and tell you everything I want to. 

You. My best friend since second grade and biggest adversary at times. We can fight all we want, but the bond we have is unbreakable.

You. The person i have come to first with every experience i have been through and the first person i hope i always have next to me for the experiences i will face in the future.

And I hope I'm that person for you too. You deserve someone that is willing to listen and help and always be there. There is no such thing as a one way friendship. I hope I am the one you can tell everything to because I want to know. I know I'm not the only one, but at least I am one. Whether it's facetime at 10 pm until my dad comes in and tells me to turn it off, or it's coming to your house on a monthly basis. I don't care when we see each other because we slip into each other so seamlessly it's as if we are the same person. We have the  good advice and the honesty, but we also have the laughs and the love.

It's hard that we only see each other every so often. I wish it was more often. But I know it's healthier now than it ever has been. There are no misunderstandings when we don't spend every minute at school together and there are no more interfering friends between us. It's just us. You can tell me about your friends and I can tell you about mine.

But in the end, it's just us. Just like it always has been.