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So... wifey, this is the day you turn twenty years old. I feel anxious. Stressed out. For the both of us, I mean...20?! Really? WHEN IN THE NAME OF FUCK DID WE GROW THIS OLD!? Allright, I'll calm down now, for both our sakes. But yeah, it's a big year. We are now, in every sense that matters, adults. I'm not gonna lie, I wish we were younger, which I mentioned to my mom earlier today, and she got pissed at me. Not in a bad way, in a comical way. She pointed out that we should be proud. We have good friends, maybe not a whole pack of them, but those we have are good. We finished school with shamefully good grades, and are now studying at the university, having moved away from home - not common for many twenty year olds. And this summer we will be driving around our beautiful country, learing all of its in and outs. But most of all, mom said, I should be happy because I still had my best friend. And she's right, what does age matter really, when we are growing old together? So yeah, you're turning twenty, and in a few months I'll be joining you, but until then...buy me some alcohol! We need to get really drunk togeheter someday soon bestie, and I mean shitfaced - can't even see straight - puke in a toilet - drunk, okay? Capiche? And let's face it, we are both training our butts off, which means we will probably look our best these comning twelve months, so that's always something. Buuuut, now we go to the deep stuff!

Ever since we both moved I've come to some realizations, one of them being a new appreciation of you. Before... well, I guess I kind of took our friendship for granted. We could take our mindnight walks whenever we felt like it, I knew I would see you at school and spend at least one day of my weekend with you, and it was complacent, in a way. Relaxed. Sometimes there would be a dramatic event that made the friendship shake a bit and grow stronger. But now? Now that bond i tested everyday, don't you think? We only have words now, and emojis. We can't really make many new memories together, only share the ones we make on our own on each side of the country. But everytime something happens down here, the only one I want to share it with, to tell it too, is you. I'd tell you everything about my day rather than talk to someone who was there with me about it, if that makes any sense. It feels like the distance has made our friendship more precious instead of more fragile. I know now that I truly, honestly, wouldn't trade it for anything. Guess distance truly makes the heart grow fonder, eh? Anyway, to round this up! You are always there to listen to me bitching about something mundane, or to offer advice on something that is actually serious, and you let me babble on about inconsequential things for hours on end without snapping at me. So, for every year, my dear friend, you grow more patient, more loving and become both wiser and frankly more gorgeous, meaning that this day you are now twenty lightyears ahead on the awesome personality scale than the rest of this earth's population, so celebrate! Be happy, smile and laugh and let yourself eat something beacuse it's good and not because it's healthy! And know that I'm growing old with you, so if being twenty feels weird, know that I'll be joining you shortly, and that we will get wrinkles and grey hair while we travel the earth and astound every person we meet with our greatness! 

Happy birthday sweetie, love you!