My Best Friends Live Too Far Away.

“Dear diary, 

As I watched the plane take off, my eyes welled up with tears. I was leaving a great deal behind! I wouldn’t get to see my best friends as much as I used to, anymore. I wonder if anyone would let me cry on their shoulder like they did. I wonder if anyone would allow me knock them over with my mad hugs. It’s not going to be the same, no matter how much they promised me!”

I made one such diary entry more than one year back, when I moved to a city that was completely new to me. Sure, everyone has their own lives to deal with, and I was clearly dealing with mine in the wrong way. My family tried to make me understand that we had only moved to another city. They told me that it was a better opportunity for me to increase my circle. At that time, I had no choice, but to put up with what they said, no matter how much it killed me from within. Looking back, I feel like it was the best decision ever.

All of my best friends live very far away. All over the country, to be exact. If anything, our bond has only strengthened due to all the distance in between us. I’ve known three of them for a very long time and it still hurts me that I can’t be around them when they need me (or the other way round), but I still know that nothing has changed between us except for the distance in between us. Sure, it’s a little sad that I’d have to travel a thousand kilometers to get a hug from my best friend, but it’s all worth the distance when they finally hug the oxygen out of me. It is the best feeling in the world!



Our friendship isn’t perfect, though, because we do have a few misunderstandings every once in awhile. At the end of the day, we decide that the distance is the only thing that can keep us from doing totally goofed- up things together. It would take our friendship more than just some silly argument (like moping over some idiotic ex, maybe?) to fall apart. So here’s an open letter to my best friends:

Hey weirdo, 

I’m sorry I’ve been a little too checked out lately. Just know that I’m here for you whenever you need me. I miss you a lot, too. I miss all those crazy times we had together-meaninglessly strolling through the mall, clicking the ugliest photos together and then having a photo-shoot of sorts to remind each other that we’re still beautiful (I’m just kidding. We’re still weirdos), stuffing pizzas and sandwiches into each other’s faces (just because we’re crazy that way), singing in the streets and completely creeping everyone out or just using each other as pillows and scrolling down our news feeds. I miss all of it, but I also love how well we’re able to hold on to this amazing friendship! I love our video calls, Snapchats, ugly-selfie contests, sending each other those photos from fitting rooms because no one knows what looks good on us better than we do, hour-long telephone conversations, never-ending texts ranging from “Hey, you’ll never guess who I ran into today,” to “Omg, I’m sick of my ex,” to “Woman, I need your suggestion- stat!”



I promise you, though, that the day I come to visit, I’ll bring home takeouts, and then we can get into our PJ’s and talk the entire time, have pillow- fights and go dreamy-eyed over our celebrity crushes together, like we used to, and then everything will be rainbows, unicorns and pixie-dust again. 

All my love,

Your Weirdo.

Share, if you have and love a best friend who lives stupidly far away. I’m sure they miss you as much as you miss them! Let them know how much you love them!

Cheerio! Xx

8 thoughts on “My Best Friends Live Too Far Away.

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  1. Amazing post honey. It got me all nostalgic and started wondering how distance changes every aspect. Anyhoo, I’m proud of you. Great entry!

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