Day 1: Your Best Friend

Hey Rach!! (L)

it's hard pin pointing who my best friend is, especially to one person (since I have at least 3 people I consider to be my "best friends") but Rach, you're probably the best (sorry boys). you're my go- to girl, and we've been friends longer than anyone else I've known (oh yeah, we were the losers back in grade 9, who hung out in the math hallway since we were the social rejects. ;) ). we've been able to deal with each other's b.s., have never had the typical girl drama that most best friends go through, have the same mindset towards so many things, and (in a really scary way) tend to think alike. you're one of the few people who have seen me cry, who I can confide to about stupidly personal things, know far too much about me, yet have STILL stayed by my side through the best, and the shittiest, times. I legit don't know how I would have been able to handle high school, the first years of uni, and just my teenage life without you. we've proven that distance does not always affect that tie best friends have, that we can act as though we just saw each other yesterday even though we've been apart for months, and that residence and going to two different universities can't break our friendship. although we're from two very different backgrounds, we have so much in common. we've partied hard, had fabulous dates (you know you're best friends when you have a romantic Valentine's Day together, which includes sharing gelato and a walk on the beach as the sun sets..), and can hang out sans make up and in ugly house pants, watching musicals like there's no tomorrow! c'mon, how can a friendship end when we've even made for our fabulous-ness (fro + sushi = FRUSHI!)...ugh this is becoming really lame, mushy, and cheesy.

anyways, homegirl, we'll one day live somewhere in Vancouver, not very far away from each other, living either together or with some boy that we've actually allowed into our very independent lives, still watching random episodes of Grey's Anatomy, and perhaps sharing a sleep over when we're feeling like crap (Mer-Cristina style). and although we're on a man hating phase, and are deathly afraid of child birth, if ever those two somehow creep into our lives, I hope we'll still remain the bestest of frushi bests. love you girl.

Love,
the Fr- to your frushi.