Dear Elizaphantrex (My Editor In Chief):
By the time you read this, you will be getting ready to step off into your grand new life, walk amongst the giants, fight dragons, and rescue damsels in distress. At least that’s what I imagine you’ll be doing in grad school (don’t you dare correct me.) I wanted to give you a proper goodbye but seeing that we’re separated by a distance of 300 miles I decided that I’ll write it down instead.
You know that I’ll probably never give you straight complement, just like how you’ll never be able to hug people properly. So this is probably the only time I’ll get mushy, and if any of our friends read this letter, I’ll deny your existence.
But the crux of this letter is just simply to say that I’m deliriously happy that you’re going to go out into the world and do what you love. There are very few people I know who can be alternatively intelligent, dorky, and cool. You happen to have all three attributes in abundance, and you probably didn’t mean that to happen but it did, so you probably did it accidentally. Dork.
I’ve known you for a good ten years now and I can say that I’ve enjoyed all of them. So it’s with great bittersweetness that I write this send off. I know we’ll still talk online and all that, but its suddenly strange to realize that when I drive back home, I won’t be able to see you anymore. It’s so weird that I can’t just drive to your house to hang out, because if I do now, your parents will look at me weird and tell me you’re not there anymore. OR that you’re not there to enjoy the pranks that our silly little group play on each other. Like that time you guys told me it was snowing and I ran out of the house barefoot because I believed you, and when I didn’t see any snow in the front, I ran out to the back yard. (I still cringe when I remember that story). I won’t even be able to bang the door of your white mustang into inanimate objects, while you cry inwardly for your car. I’m miss all of that, and every little thing that’s happened over the past decade that solidified our friendship and made everything just a little bit more fun.
But even though I will miss you terribly, I am comforted by the fact that you will go off into the world and become amazing. If you don’t, I will hunt you down.
Now, I’m not a betting kind of woman, but if I had to bet on anyone succeeding in life, it would be you.
So, with all the love and luck in the world, I genuinely hope that you have the time of your life. Sometimes we say “Good Luck!” and not mean it. But, and cherish this because I’ll never say it again, I really do mean for you to have all the Good Luck in the world.
Written with love, dramatictealeaves.